MADONNASKIES

Violent Star, eyes half-shut,She makes believeOf a euphoric worldOutside of her.Consuming her.Blinding her.Onto this Paper boat saunter,Floating on cold sand,It will be a long ride.Sort of A shooting star,Falling on butterfly wings.Still like a wallflower.

Sinking fast,Into a swirling spinwheel,She dwells somewhereIn betweenThe orbits of sky below her feetAnd the oceansAbove her tears,Hanging upside-down.Humming, singing,Learning the words,Of her mothers lullaby,A requiemSinging her to sleep.

Bones,Skin,Nails,And flesh.She plunges into her own world of blankets.Into a comatose stateOf Ecstasy.Such a lovely sight.Dance, waltzSway,SlowlyKiss wounds away.Floating in the air,Like a girl in a water jar.

Stepping downFrom her own cloud,A fading grey to black,She finally findsA sanctuary,A perfect placeCalled paradiseHer permanent piece of fiction.A perfect place for her,A fancy-fueled folly.

She makes loveTo the shadow then and again,TemptingThe moon,Spastic energy.Endlessly,Immortally,Blissfully,What a frenzy this is.Amidst the pretensionAnd damnationGracefully swayed Under grace.

She,A violent star.The Usual,Atypical,Illusional,Difficult,Cut-up stellar.Playing on the cosmic fieldsNever meant for her.A selfless misery,Through her childlike tainted eyesShe is less ignored,And this,A life left unloved.