Sister
Scorpio
Black as hate; white and
bloodless
shrieking Fury
punishing Saint.
Your patient, erratic
torture
has left me
broken,
bleeding torrents of
pain
unable to move
forward,
unable to sleep
or engage in
polite discourse.
Yet you were never
satisfied.
It was not me you wished to
sacrifice.
I was merely
inconvenient,
or too
convenient.
Dressed in a
goatsuit,
queued up to be driven to
slaughter,
how could I expect
compassion,
fellow feeling?
But it was the Executioner's
blade
I expected,
not frenzied repetition
of
back stabbings,
epithets,
steel-wielding
rage.
We could have been
sisters,
giggling secrets in the
schoolyard,
smoking pcp in the girls'
room,
shooting up the
classroom,
dying in each other's
arms.
Scorpionic
The forest is old
obscured in ghosts and
mysteries
Come out in the wild night with
me
dressed in the stars
Serenades from the Moon
intoxicate air aged in
adventure
Exult with me in pleasure
Far from decay of leaves, sad
savagery
That strange stained light in the
darkness
Silence, a pause in cycling
Isolate
Tender reflection in the settling
sky
a throne to reign
weary tantrum waves below
I can relate
the deals reality baits me
with
so overrated
I'm left unsated
staring at fate's rear
Now escapes me
running into future skyscapes
holding yestereves
stiff and strained
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more
I seek that honest sigh,
that joining smile that art
of distilling meaning
Pictographs along the wheel
to distract from
its unceasing
crawl
Caught
an instant
surrounded in space
demanded in time
tells the reaper
continuity
is in the eye
