Pick Your Poison


Wake up stolen princess,
You've been gone too long.
They are calling your name,
those raspy little pinpricks.

His children sit and wait for food
That your hands bring,
And grovel like dogs to
That man who hasn't touched
You in months.

Breath after hopeless breath
You feel the day
And you feel the empty pain.
You feel the ground shifting.

You remember wanting the stable and
Open soul of matriarchs before,
The mothers, the lovers;
But no women should endure
A sick and shrivelled heart.

So rise to this day
And hold your head
In your strong pale hands.
These thoughts will not fade
And your heart crumbles.
Years blend and fade
In front of your eyes
As you see the path
That ended here.

They call, they call!
Answer those howling kittens,
(Such spoiled little shits)
And repeat your end.

Or, the thoughts cry,
You could just walk
Straight out that door,
Turn from this broken home,
And find that part of
Yourself that has
Stayed in bed for the
Past ten years.

Total flight, it seems,
Became the only answer
When the bastard
Fucked that waitress.
Seventeen days passed
Before you put it all together
And found yourself
Already knowing.

So you hail the sunrise
And the chilled air
That will forever remind
You of that freedom
As you watch yourself
Pass their hateful stare
And walk out of that
Hopeless wooden cage.

No more tiny mouths of
Their grinding teeth
To tear at your flesh,
No more empty nights
Next to that empty man.

The end of this hurricane,
Of their wants
and the selfish
Cries for love
From the unloving.

So run, not for the distance
But for the feel of earth
Beneath your calloused feet.
You run until that prison
That sadists would call home
Sank graciously below the horizon.

Mother and lover,
Neither ever fit you right.
Until this moment,
When you took to flight.
No meals to prepare
Or claws to avoid,
Now beautiful princess,
You have returned to us.