Two Poems

Once upon a time and time again,
Two sisters died a little each day
Name Now.
Upon cursed lips, all evil crossed
Not one’s lips.
She had sewn her rosy buds shut
With a corpse’s thread.
All evil flowed but not out.
It was swallowed within.
With the last snitch of one’s needle,
Her sister’s curse was born.
Sorrow begun to flow
As if some great well spring had been
Hewn in twain.
It shimmered, cascading in pool-like eyes.
Unhappily ever after.





Like a new mortality play sits she.
Willingly strapped into this new old ride.
IT hands her the blade so sharp.
I too am tied with unseen unable to rip my gaze away.
“Hack away.”
Whispers slithers out of grey lips.
“No pain, no pain.”
Hissing promises fill its deadening mouth.
And so stand I on the other side of the glass,
Heart breaking sobs torn for my chest.
Begging for an end, Pleading for her
To shut her ears.
As pieces of you fall to the floor.
Changling girl,
Why listen to pleading when
Whispers seduce?