hurt heart *pomo haiku
She wears a hurt heart
a secret tattoo. No one
pretends to see her.
*pomo: post modern
paper dolls lives & x-lovers
She placed all her
Valentine Cards
from all her X-Lovers
on an altar
A diorama of
past paper doll lives
Binding herself freely
on iron heart train track
She set hearts on fire
Watching ashes fall
like dominos
All captured~ one take
Paper dolls don’t scream
Only little girls
Wolves and witches
Protected her
Crescent moon smiles
Smoke leaping off her
tongue burning baggage
and old loves down
She wasn't going to
settle for anything less
Gifts of constellations
Bouncing off her breath
Secret sparkling stars
For her to keep
Tucked in velvet night
as a secret Valentine
love potion #98
I feel all alone in bed
lying next to you
I conjure spirits seducing
them into sleeping séances
Beguiling more to help me
blend my witch’s brew
“Eye of newt and wool of
bat” swirling elixir around
my tongue
Bewitching winds dripping
with images of me for you
to dream
I create an altar of apparitions
along with my 98th attempt
at a love potion
Why do you still ignore me?
I become a changeling in the
ancient emerald forest
Enchanting fairies
Stealing their pixie dust
Sprinkling it into the sea
of all our possibilities
I am Macbeth’s witches
A coven of one
“Fire burn and caldron bubble”
until the prophecy
becomes perfectly clear
Fuck you!
I am voodooing you out of
my head and out of my bed
I am creating this alchemy
with my beating heart which
will not bleed for you to feast
Conjuring this potion to
free me of all our mesmerizing
made up memories
This love poem is now just for me
Happy Valentine’s Day💖
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