Reeling
from an invisible slap
jagged digits, peeling
the fragile membrane of my spirit
like the edges,
of Perkins-Stetson’s hideous
Yellow Wall-Paper

Dripping
from a source opened
left abandoned, stripping
the thin veneer of my psyche
like the turpentine,
of a former Prince’s
Purple Rain

Beating
from a place long-hid
words spoken, cheating
the valves of my valiant purple-heart
like the deceit,
of Parker’s prettiest Cherry White
Hanging Tree

Misleading
with circle-talk
false sustenance, feeding
the ravenous pit of my soul
like the noxious fruit,
in brothers’ Grimm
Snow White

Appeasing
in soft voices
the honourless, teasing
of this love-hungry core
like the snake,
in Adam & Eve’s
Garden of Eden

Smoking
with illusory mirrors
he suffocates, choking
re-incarnate my intense sensibilities
like the pure-gold baby,
in Plath’s
Lady Lazarus

Slapped-quietly but never into submission, yours as always;

~Marcela: Unfiltered

August 31, 2014

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