mother cried
because she was beautiful
her daughter,
the placid girl.

she cried,
because the men wanted her,
yet could not love her.

as millions plucked
flowers for their beauty,
then threw them to pavements.

they touched her,
because she was beautiful.
they defiled her.

they ripped the petals
from her throat,
and left her to wither,

a rose on the sidewalk.

Waves scatter the moon,
spreading its light among the ocean's night.

The stars rest beneath my sheets

Leave
scars within the creases of my skin
Leave
the coursing of my blood strained on the floor
Leave
Your voices within mine ….

For ****’s sake-
Leave my head!

Mirror, Mirror facing me
as shades walk
through your glass.

How is it-
to have nothing
of your own-
to change before
the comprehension of the human eye,
to be faceless, formless
without ever wading?

They flock to you-
those so vain,
you must assure their fading identity,
those whose eyes can do nothing more  
than glare at that image you paint for them-
and none you deny.

For you are all
and yet you are none-
for you are as fading as Apollo's horizon sun.