Piercing Blue Eyes

She stares straight through me

Right into my soul

Cackles madly from the bathroom

Weaving tapestries of vulgarities

She refers to as speaking in tongues’

I don’t want to look but Ialive-with-illusions am drawn

Like bees to sweet honey

This is an insane hive alright

The madness is droning louder each minute

The Queen with auburn tresses covering her bosoms’

Screaming for me to bring her a bottle of wine’

Her piercing blue eyes cut me to the quick

I melt into the tub with her and all is lost

Insanity and innocence tossed out the door


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