.stifled siren.

the fragrant moss that was once so sweet and green now crumbles at a butterfly’s touch

they only light the match of their desires, of their passion to a solitary candle

it’s all so sterile

again i read about the lovers and their frantic

glazed-eyed couplings and i’m amazed at how many euphemisms they can find for ‘orgasm’

the ink is precise on the crisp paper

orderly, chaos has no place in suburbia

the grass can’t even find a branch to tangle and creep upon

sphagnum is gone, peat is lost and precious fallen leaves are thrown away

and the mannequins’ china-doll embraces are planned like birth

and now i’m wishing i could peel my skin away

for all the metal people saving up their hearts for a rainy day

the sky above is clouded grey

as they lie with strangled lovers in their bed of lifeless flowers