troublemaker

the reclamation part II

this is part two of a two part poetry piece entitled; the reclamation.
you can read part I: these angelic lips here.

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Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair 
And I eat men like air.
- Sylvia Plath

poetry recitation

troublemaker

the october eclipse

You couldn’t survive your sung sunshine.
Coupled throughout contagious doubt.

Understand rapture overhung upon yourself.

You illustrate pursuits undone.
Running begun, upon ritual hunt.

Sensual utopia underneath your sternum.
Without courage your rumours unravel burning.

Curling dust upward, Saturn turning.

Cursing lunar plumes.

Burdened…
upset…
abused.

Beguiled until ablush caterwaul.

troublemaker (reprise)

the reclamation

to my dear angel,

you can wear her diamonds around your neck, but i’ll wear his kisses down my chest. she may throw roses at your feet, but the garden of eden is between my legs.

you once asked me if i were a flower, which flower would i be? and i said oh darling, i’d certainly be a weed. because it sounds like so much fun, to be a nuisance in a garden that tells you you’re not good enough.

i saw her on blazing rage avenue the other day. i said, thanks for the vacation hun. we cashed out your kids college fund.

god my love you were right, being married to a prostitute is so much fun.

the people in the streets, bowed at my feet, they cried here comes trouble, here she comes.

i have the word evil tattooed down my tongue. she came too close and i licked her undone.

her false jesus proclaimed girls shall not lick each other and i grinned as i watched her fall down to her delusional hell.

i hope you enjoy spending her money, while i sleep peacefully on a bed made from the stems of integrity.

my darling sweet angel, can you please tell me, everything i missed during december of ‘93? all the way up until the end of february. please enlighten me, for i’m just a girl.

i’m so sorry my love, i didn’t mean to cut off your head, i just needed something for dinner to serve, because you told me i’m here to serve men.

this tape across my lips, feels like lucifer’s burning kiss. i will not back down, i will not submit.

from now on, call me the daughter of satan. because i’m the troublemaker and this is my reclamation.

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Thank you for reading this poem. It is something completely different to what I usually post, so I hope you enjoyed the dark and fierce energy of it. I would love to know what you think. It has been so fun to play with these characters and channel different emotions. Thank you for being here.

Next week, I have a soft and dreamy meditation for you!