Played like a fiddle
Yet the fiddler runs free
Torment’s melody
Gift wrapped and bound for thee.
Violin suspense
As icing on thy pain
Stay right where I am
Her bow against the grain.
Nothing but insect
Caught in her web of lies
With my soul exposed
Beneath her spider eyes.
Dangling from her thread
In thy yo-yo pattern
Far away as Mars
In truth, beyond Saturn.
She touched my restless soul And made the broken pieces whole. A moment thick and slow Like sinking through the sand below. Her golden brown hair fell Like autumn casting
Life is too short when I’m happy But too long when I’m sad When the miracle and the awe Are swallowed up by the bad. Emotional pain takes human form
Rotten to her sadistic core, Mother a psycho “Father” a bore. Ancestral trauma smells so bad, Breath of a dragon Part victim, all sad. Righteous and blind, without a clue,