Tell, tell you what’s been on my muddled mind. Blue cues revolving like a spider’s eyes at a fly spiraling downward to suicide. Twisting insides, maggoty, golden, curling clues… fake little diamond rings dangling from warty fingers.
I’ve lost a sapphire slipper so I’m waiting for a frog to kiss my cheek, a dark cat to cross my path. No raven watches me undress my sorrows. No light sees the potion, nay poison or knows its full name. No words can incant my soul like his, barely whispered in the night. Wrapped in his silken threads I do not wish to struggle free.
monochrome jade thoughts 