Prudence of Anguish
I want you in my arms
To hold you stronger than all anguish
You became Prudence,
The dancer in circles
The impiety in hidden ballet flats.
You leave me in vertigo,
And you leave me screaming
You break all my bottles
And you broke my swampy heart – When I was laying in the bed wailing
With wiry blankets of heart shooting into my arms.
You left me in this Mahogany depression
From all that is seen, the paradox of your possessions And I feel that poltergeist living inside me.
My Prudence of anguish
My flushing beats in my blood
And they whisper me sweet curses Into the tiny hairs of my ears.
Will I wilt, will I dance with I Will I flip, will I twirl, will I die?