You came to me in the guise of a fallen angel
But little did I know that your perfect snowy wings concealed
The cruel talons of a demon straight from hell and you
Plucked out my eyes and my heart and
Threw them back at me in the coarse darkness of that street,
That night,
You and your soft words slowly eating me from inside like I had
Swallowed a hundred daggers for your love
What didn’t you give me? You and your
Cruel paper lips and your cold hellish soul
But it was all an illusion created by this vast, barbaric universe
So now I curl up in my own prison
As mascara cuts cruel spiderwebs in my sallow unhealthy cheeks and
I whisper so silently to myself and my heart and the coarse darkness
Of it all, this unfairness, this cruelty –
Damning your talons, damning your perfect snowy wings
Retreating still into unfeeling night.