I glisten as the full moon
shining. But inside of me
the walls have holes thick
as Swiss cheese. You can swim
through them if you please.

As I implode
my hair is chestnut
sheen. But through every strand
runs blood-******* fleas curling
their lips for a sip of my blood,
not ever getting enough.

As I implode
I stand tall as the Sears Tower
in Chicago. But all my floors
are collapsing into a thick billowing
heaps of smoke. You can swing from
the ceiling with a rope.

As I implode
I look pretty as the cherry
rose, perfume sweet -
but underneath a tunneling vole
has dug holes and destroyed
my roots. So, man pulled me out
as a rotten tooth. Stuck me in a see-through
glass. My withered petals falling fast.

As I implode
and everything around
me crashes,
so I'm the Phoenix
rising from the ashes.