julianbleach

Eyes were smoke-screened,
Her smile, a chain-link fence
Heart was locked & guarded.
Laughter came in spikes
From a hippocratic smile.
She carried hemlock,
In a ziplock bag.

Tweleve Dreams,
Of Odysseus & Sholto,
She traveled to Rome.
They talked over telephone,
Put it in the planner,
To leave your heart on hold.

Oh Risus, Oh Risus.
You tear me to pieces