Alien

Blackest black-purple

my voice returns to me

dragging shackles.

What vertebrate ghost did this?

A legacy of ice floes through

my life

High tea in hell.

They look so refined.

I close the broken window.

The wind turns back.

After the fire

ash sifts through the air

looking for something left

to land on

finds only my hollow hands.

My voice climbs over my tongue as

a weary and alien being.

My artistically rendered

silence leaks from my nailbeds.

The sky is black,

black purple,

and I am invaded.

Benzos

Bending benzos,

bows over my fraught mind.

Madame Rainbow,

Messieurs Blood and Cloud.

Somewhere in the city

Freud soaks my jaws

in alkaline water.

My tongue has always been

a working girl.

In my perspiring frontal lobe,

a waltz coated in epoxy.

Madame,

You have wrapped me like a gift

regifted.

Messieurs, I must dash.

My fun is running away

too fast!