A nameless existence
Dwells in the castle of ruins.
When thunder strikes,
Mirror falls crashing down.

She begins her soliloquy,
Acting like an radical goddess,
Pretending to gather
Specks of hope
On the dust-covered floor.

Breaking.
Something inside her abode is breaking
She’s losing her grip on
What is left
Of her once a beautiful world.

Someone turned the colour up

I now see
blood roses smiling
and kookaburra laughs
colouring my day

babies breath wrap
the columns of the night
black pearls glimmer
its crystal Windows

Jasmine wafts
flowering the breeze
a touch so soft
its velvet hand does tease

Senseless
in this bliss
this wonderment
I am thankful

someone came back from the dead

My mother,

seeded by mischance,
a nuggety woman,
cross grained
impatient, full of gall,
slaps my heart with nettles

hits with sticks

so that I will know
just
who
she
is.

My mother

never much cared for children,
charcoal, turpentine and paint
invade the kitchen table and the floor,
thin blades for carving wood
ambush fingers, toes, feet -

stab my hands.

She said she hated kissing,she tossed her dyed red head
I said " then what else can you do when you first get in bed?"
"I got this evil sore throat from that first kiss you see"
it wasn't really worth it, such a beast was he"

"But did you not enjoy it Arianam" I cried
Amazed at her strange response, at her eyes open wide
"what was the taste like at the time ?what did he make you feel
Lesbians don't often have the pleasure of that meal