free write

She wore ravens on her eyes

as she walked through gardens

touching all the mad boys

fingers to lips

to hearts

like a religious ceremony

sanctified by the grace of

nightmares

yesterday she swallowed the sun

an unfitting sacrifice for

her majestic presence

tuned in

turned on

in the spaces between

High Definition and

“I will not go quietly”

she is courted by Emperors and

thieves on crosses

begging forgiveness

as they claw at the

skull and machine guns

tattooed on her tongue

lost in the hysteria of

her progression

they live in the arrogance of

pointed fingers and spit valve

promises

wide eyed and willing

the only regrets disguised

as unfortunate Beethoven triggers

this will not fe reformed or forgiven

there is no absolution for this

ignorance and

they all just hum the pledge

of allegiance to the

way she walks and

the shell casings in her wake

today's loyalists

tomorrow's kindling

when you unwrap these boxes

hold your breath and crawl inside,