Sylvia Edit.

I.

Holding aspirations close

stitching tragedies into fabric flesh,

Blue-eyed babes stroke blank faces of loveless men

and run against the wind that breathes coincidence.

I have known and loved you for the ink you apply to page

But your contemplations consumed you

eaten alive by your own beast

 a creation of your broken and brilliant mind,

you paused only once

for petite faces in the car window.

II.

This is how we alter one another.

You, an ill-fated child

pining over the corpse of daddy ,

and vowing to return through a hole under the floorboards,

were consumed by her own madness.

I flashed blue eyes at unassuming boys, denying my age,

a freckled face desperate to be valued.

Catastrophic creatures lead double lives of normalcy and senselessness,

it is bound to overwhelm as it beckons us

 to the sweet fumes of domestic poison

yelling last call above the crowd in our heads,

pulling at our minds for a profit.

III.

But, this is where I leave you,

overlooking all your desires and delusions.

I let go of your hand

and cover the path that led me here

 so as to not tempt  my own fragility.