Burnt Beyond Repair

The flames flicker for awhile

growing only a little

until the embers grab hold 

of the battered lace curtains.

The wind picks up 

sending a light drizzle in through the open window.

The fire panics,

spreading chaotically 

as it runs from the rain

But with the next breeze

the blaze is fueled,

strong, angry, vengeful, 

swallowing my soul

turning it to ash.

Don't Toy with Me

Dear Mr. Can You See Me,

I beg you 

please treat me 

like I am your old rag doll 

missing her left eye. 

Let me be the conductor 

of your old wooden train set,

I promise not to stray 

to far off the tracks. 

Dear Mr. Can You See Me,

Don't you trust me? 

to drive 

the barrel of monkeys and forgotten teddy to safety? 

I trusted you 

but you left me on the highest shelf 

gathering dust,

because your love strayed 

and I am not pretty enough. 

The Nude Zoo

I want to touch you. 

Graze your naked porcelain skin,

with my rough hands. 

But that's against the rules, playing with the prey. 

I want to trace your protruding bones 

and feed you scraps of meat. 

Yet the child in your eyes 

is begging to be put down. 

But I am only then zookeeper,

not the hunter. 

Watching over you

until the monster emerges 

with chew toys and chains,

guilty pleasures dripping from his jaw.