and so goes the tale of the girl with a strawberry
for a head, like the hare
does she run from all of her problems
like the arsonist
does she leave everyone to burn alive
with the petty problems of a jester.
poor, poor strawberry
girl is now a wanted criminal
from seeds birth fangs,
from shades birth anarchy in a skull
-less head.
appointed disappointment as her poison-poised hitman
because it does its job well. Speak no evil,
Breathe all evil. and it chews on windpipes and spits them
out, like motherless babies on umbilical cords
poor, poor strawberry
girl never knew how to be quiet,
so now the world is after the golden fruit.
in a most fortunate turn of unfortunate events,
the only person she has to blame is Daddy, who
died in his wife's handmade pomegranate juice
when his daughter grew
up to be not a lady, but a girl.
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Harlequin
Poetrycome indulge in voluminous daydreams and help yourself on raging tidal emotions. • poetry collection
