In My Mind at Midnight [poem]
I'm incarcerated in my own brain.
My guard is a monster from a shattered fairytale.
He holds a sawed-off shotgun and the monsters
that crawl out of his skull breathe fire
and burn my memories away -
memories of a girl with spun-gold hair
and deep as Eden eyes.
(The serpent is so kind to me)
A girl with an ivy violin voice and
memories wrapped in multicolored cellophane.
Beauty is strangled by poison ivy nightmares,
enthralled with rape, blood and death.
Why can't anyone set bail and save me
from my jail guard monster?
I'm trapped in a room with no light.
Now all that's left of a beach-doll Barbie
is dark hair and eyeliner thick as oil
dripping down her face, and a sketched heart,
paper-thin and wrinkled.
xx
I wish I could write all my memories down on paper or computer (as it be), so I can never forget them. I don't want to lose the good memories, but I want the bad ones to melt away.
My guard is a monster from a shattered fairytale.
He holds a sawed-off shotgun and the monsters
that crawl out of his skull breathe fire
and burn my memories away -
memories of a girl with spun-gold hair
and deep as Eden eyes.
(The serpent is so kind to me)
A girl with an ivy violin voice and
memories wrapped in multicolored cellophane.
Beauty is strangled by poison ivy nightmares,
enthralled with rape, blood and death.
Why can't anyone set bail and save me
from my jail guard monster?
I'm trapped in a room with no light.
Now all that's left of a beach-doll Barbie
is dark hair and eyeliner thick as oil
dripping down her face, and a sketched heart,
paper-thin and wrinkled.
xx
I wish I could write all my memories down on paper or computer (as it be), so I can never forget them. I don't want to lose the good memories, but I want the bad ones to melt away.