The air smells of Halloween,
frozen leaves – orange & gold,
and I used to be a dead body
in the eyes of onlookers,
mangled&harmless

extort yourself,
deteriorate,
my love,
and your brittle pearled bones
will be cradled
as a newborn
to the breast of love

children pick the monster masks,
and I got my white wire wings
- she licks her lips,
the angel in the tiny witch skirt
swiveling his head towards
the horizon –

spreading your legs won’t
change him,
collecting each bit of…
fairy dust,
there’s no magic in the human body
that will save the world,
make the difference

I will never
be as
beautiful or
as deeply
shallow

he will gnaw her bitter dead heart
and she’ll cry – fuuuuck me! – my dear –
and I promise
I will forget
why this should hurt