Feelings drip like spilled milk...
The stone-faced reflection and the endless complexion.
All seams dispersing from the perfectly embroidered smile –
Nothing divine can save me now.
I was expecting a grander ending,
Like the one between Arachne and Athena.
I swallowed a pill of happiness...
But the aftertaste was revolting.
My two feet manage to take me to bed,
And I gaze at the Moon pretending...
To nurture me like a mother – to love me like a father.
With heavenly kisses...from the sky its sending.
I glance at the black widow - that abides in my bedroom,
That looks like a dead carnation –
Full-fledged in the nooks and crannies and debris.
It feels nothing and carelessly spins...
for it has consumed me.