****** Mary come out of the mirror
And see me with that face of terror
Stay with me in the mirror ever fairer
So ****** a fear blossoms forever

****** Mary what have I done
Oh why wont you come
Does it not seem oh so fun
To put an end to an ugly run

****** Mary answer my query
Why am I not a worthy quarry
Why am I so unworthy
Of you turning me too a slurry

****** Mary, ****** Mary
Come to me and forever be
Last to see my eyes teary
From a dreary sob story

****** Mary don't abandon me
Like those faerie and fantasy
Hidden from reality in story's
Mary I worry your not really

More than just a story

I am a menace.
Scuttling between paper leaves
and doors. I can’t tell
which ones are unlocked.
My clattering legs will
skitter across your countertop,
and I have felt so small.
I have been out of sight
longer than I’ve been alive
and I knock your dishes
onto the under-grown floor.
The tinkling of porcelain
is my alarm clock.
I bounce off the fine china,
my arms stretched around me,
and I wonder how
you could miss all these pieces.
My hands are too small
to cause such destruction.
But my hands can reach
much further than yours.
So I slide myself between cracks.
I become a line,
another crack,
and I bring you the slivers.
Wedged between the tiles
and glittering from termite holes.
I bring you the glue
and my sickly face blushes
from embarrassment
and apologies.
I am learning what good
my hands can do
as I bandage and kiss
your poor, ****** fingertips.

Corded muscles of the neck ferry the voice of sky,
Charon of words adrift in a salivary dislocated sine,
A fracture of breath, the stenciled rowing of a sigh.
Psychopomps of moonlight, past-throated vultures,  
Carrion of clouds even if stripped clean in vulpicide,
Even if our scorched and coining tongues tip at stars.

Spiders all around me,
Crawling everywhere.
Spiders all above me,
Hanging in the air.

Worms are in my body,
Killing me from inside.
Worms are biting at my flesh,
Eating me alive.

Nobody’s there to save me.
They can’t see a thing.
I don’t want help from Nobody.
Nobody lies within.

Trembling and scratching,
With spiders in my hair.
The worms have finished eating.
Only the bones are left here.

Now my ghost remains
Outside my hollowed husk.
But I no longer tremble.
The day has turned to dusk.

At night Nobody’s there again,
This time a welcome guest.
They come to claim what Nobody deserves.
Indeed, I’ve lost their bet.

I am calm through the night,
With Nobody there to hold me.
With dawn, my world repeats, again,
The same unrelenting story:

Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody
Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody
Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody
Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody

What if, One evening I left this world
At the same time my soul left my body?
Who would be there to say goodbye?
Spiders? Worms? Nobody? Nobody.

A blanket of light
warms me
As i glide through the waters
with my selkie friends at my side
darting through the water
and teasing me for letting my thoughts get the best of me
I remember

He saw me
His eyes the color of the forest
His hair the color of fire
We fell for each other
And the string on our finger pulled us like magnets into each others arms

We spent so long together
And i loved him
More than life
I loved our daughter
More than my sea

But the pull
It tugged at my heart
At my mind
my skin
My soul
I couldnt resist its call
i tried
and tried for years

but i couldnt fight a match that had
never been possible for me to win in the first place
I couldnt fight my home
My very being
The beholder of my soul

I know they will forgive me one day
Our tight knot can not undone

Not even when
                                  Fate cuts my string

four arms
four legs
two faces

"haven't i-
haven't i seen you before?"

The Jesusites have married Mary
All forgotten the Father
Killed him, a martyr
To beget a still boat.
Oedipus warned
But no one understands
They stand on water alone
Drowning all hope.