turnpike

My Serial Killer

she tattooed every heartbreak on her tainted body
what had been designed to protect
quickly became every predator's bait.

each night on her knees
she begs the wishing star
to make her pure again

they could have been the same man
she's your husband's fantasy babysitter
once you try on lolita's dress
you wear her scarlet letter forever

now we purge and starve and cut
and swing around the pole
as we search for the cure
at the bottom of every bottle

if only humbert kept a conscience
then i could breathe

like the angry old witch
from a child's fairy tale
he cursed my heart
a spell to ward off any boy
from ever loving me enough.

destined like prometheus
the vultures attack my heart
as it grows again and again

this tired heart keeps beating
waiting for the never-ending deja vu
of failed love stories to end