Vertigo
innocuous she comes, lips
puckered & painted, spiderfingers
waving, pushing bad energy far
from here. don't help her, bring
her near, your fear is a dog
digging. her name is insipid, she
wears different faces, completely
committed to the satisfaction of
such. don't touch, her flesh is
poison, ignites vertigo in the soul-
a black hole of little control & no
more room to spare. she takes
you there, holds you tight, leaves
bruises on the blanket of the night
unaware of the wear&tear that
follows behind. don't look & you
shall find, her & i intertwined,
tangled up in dirty hair.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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