When she told me she loved me I didn't believe her. So i killed myself instead. A fairy came to me & whispered enticing secrets in my ear. He outlined a closet upstairs where I live alone inside my head. Tidal waves of white roses grow in & out my of spine. Suffocating the fishes prancing in a field of raving vines.
Lunar Lullaby plays hopscotch in a cloud of flies. She licks cherry red ice pops & sings bird hymns to oak trees withering in the wuthering skies. Swarming dragon-lies fly in lakes upon Monet's canvas. There he paints a beauty of Thumbelina whose grave resides in the darkest corner of my empty heart.
A red cape looms above & flutters without wings. My cave is growing vaster And so I sail amongst its seas. This Psychosis is no more wearing thin than Rigor Mortis can begin. I'll live sedentarily as a maid serving rotten apples to men chained as apes. A lotus will float on by down this bloodstream & into the night. As a crater on the moon your corpse died suddenly as when fruit bloom.