November 2022 – Sylvie's Portfolio

Goddess

A smile followed by a quick,
Sudden breath to blow a wayward strand
Back into her perfect place.

Now you say my skin is too familiar.
Memories of the past distract our bliss.
A visage hangs upon me like cursed mists.

I will laugh with my enemies
As we all are destined to return
As children forgotten.

You will ask yourself then,
As life’s noose tightens,
If your mind was ever truly sound.
No answer will come to your lips.

Whore tongues
splatter pleasantries.
Shepherds don medals,
Ribbons, rifle, and flame.
Butchers turned from flock.

Children of the internet create companionship
In dark cells and cramped edges.
Sparks of electricity begotten before birth offer
Lies, lies, lies.