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Kelly Mckernan Poem
flares of demise burn once, twice, thrice
she seals her eyes, hiding behind
those ideals and the lies that sensationalize
a life less known,
so delicately disguised.
careening unarmed though such masquerades
whirl. whirl. whirl.
twirl-wind
third time's a charm
underpaid and so afraid
inertia strikes, and then
they surmise with their rhetorical advice
silly, weak, flustered girl...
dance like there's no tomorrow, for
life is indeed a game of chance
romance the sun and the stars
and leave no room for sorrow
her eyelids flutter, her lashes lucent
she mutters, on the contrary,
lamenting augmenting slander,
those words forbid life
meandering, still wary with her mask and
carrying her cadaverous limbs with care
pale and bruised from use
now solitaire
dispair declares victory
demised upon her fragile cards
a rhapsody now barred
far beyond her willed guise
trapped two times twice
and once removed
suffice for lost dice
and spin, spin, spin
closed eyes forever aflame
Copyright © Kelly Mckernan | Year Posted 2005
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