Extracting the Thorn

[susiederkins23]

 
Extracting the Thorn

Oh my wicked queen

Up in your tower

Counting hours like so many flower petals

Hating me quiet

Like the black tornado sneaking up on the barn

You never saw me as me

But rather

A picketer on the front of fair and honesty

(Which you couldn’t stand)

You dressed yourself in maroon colored scarves

And New York City ambitions, auditioning for the perpetual role of smut princess

You calmly severed my head every night

While I fought alone in my room

My demons

You, smoking cigarettes and stinking up our place

And complaining about my cats

Wanting a living space

Fuck you and your false pities with wiles and abandons.

You never walked on safe solid ground beside me

You chose

Death

And

I can honestly say I am better for your exit

And your constipated pulchritude,

Your beauty

Your saving grace

And what have you got now?

Ten empty years again?

I was never in your cool club, though I can sing circles around your song

You might never recognize me as your saint,

But I still smell your reeking flowery candles

In my mind

And

I’ll never forgive your madness upon my personhood