stayaway she

she is your cyanide
she is the sand in your hands
she is your nightmare Casanova
she is the 'one too many'-th shot

& you are helpless
when you sleep

she is your cardiac arrest
she is the swordfish through your leg
she is your empty ashtray
she is the 'stick-in-your-head' song

& you are at her mercy
when you dream

she is your wet gunpowder
she is the traffic light turned red
she is your ball lightning
she is the 'i told you so'-ing mocker

& so you must remember to set that alarm clock
before she renovates your head

-hecate. 24/7/2005

a/n: this looks like the end of a dream sequence.