angel tears fill rivers full
and pull bulls full/
of broken bones and stones
oh, how Perillos shone
pledged life to the throne
Cruel, merciless Rome/
and fell to his death
with one last shuddering breath
said,
"they'll **** you yet"

flowers bloom in the kitchen sink
where she lays with her eyes
sinking into her hollow skull.
‘what happened?’ he asks, his hand over his mouth-
horrified-
and a voice answers,
‘the pit inside her
grew and grew
until it was no longer just a pit-
it was Tartarus,
and it swallowed her whole.’

I lay my body down                          in the lush by the river.
with the sun I'll depart                   to the other side.
For far too long I've tried               to make home of love;
bricks of support,                              mortar of laughter.
I would build a house                      that drowned each year.
A thousand kisses                             couldn't save it
from the slightest huff                     of the summer wind.  
I guess for some people,                  love is a rental apartment;
comfortable,                                        but never really yours.
So I collect my silver                        and wave to Charon
upon his boat I'll travel                   to the other side.
I pack loaves of love                         and morsels of hope
to sustain my soul                              in the arduous voyage
along the monstrous spine            of the river Styx.
I will try to build a home              again, this time
with  sand of heartbreak,               cement of despair.
I'll line the walls with                    the love I carried
and pray to Styx,                               to bring all her might
on my tiny home.                               This time
    
                                       it won't drown.