do you not see her?
the cowering fawn
peering cautious and doe eyed
behind flippant bang flips
biting back her fears
with her insolent lip.
she watches you
ancient soul
reading your exigencies
with survivor fluency
belied by halting
rhetorical cadence
do you not know her?
the ravenous infant
who suckles greedily
at the toxic teat
of counterfeit conceit
bloating on the surfeit
distended lies and
dismembered truth.
she masters you
the precocious conjurer
who spins chimerical yarns
as Van Gogh paints Poe
renders you heroine
victim of self-inflicted villainy
sutures your hara-kiri wounds
do you not hear her?
the rhythmic rocking
to her heartsick keening
the illegible lamentation
scrawled in bloodied
chicken scratch
writ literary boldface
in every listless shrug
and hangdog
‘I don’t care’
she echoes you
parroting perverse
perseverations
preening for the
mirror, mirror
who’s the mommy dearest
hanging malignant mercury
poisoning her future
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On Blood Into Ink, Aurora Phoenix asks “Do you not see her?” – read on, you will.
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