Day: Mar 24, 2020

Daffodils sing to me before I fall asleep. Or are they screaming again?

Blue sky turns black and this night tastes bitter. I burn as they ordain,

As they form a circle ready to take away the present. I sense their presence.

Under the masks their stares locked and loaded. Should I feel penance?

Clock strikes eleven when the kingdom is overthrown. The heir is hanged.

Nothing but bad omens spinning in carnival ride around my feet. Wrapping and hissing, their snakes are fanged.

Are they poisonous or filling aphrodisiacs in my veins? Impossible to tell up-close.

The lack of nobility in this crowd is pitiful – at least they filled the front rows.

Roses all the way up, thorns all the way down. Dethroned I sit in the pit, waiting.

No way back from here. Remorse leaves their eyes as breath leaves my cherry lips…

Laced in nothing but your broken vows with my last heartbeat I dream about kissing your fingertips.