He wanted to heal her broken heart, hang lace in her window
Give her a greenhouse rose, the unnaturally perfect orchid
Fragrant spring to fill her house,
But he made toxic cocktails at the bar
Laid skulls of thalidomide babies
Whale bone and relics from Dachau at her door.
Mid-spring layers of acid ice and snow silenced the birds.
She lay on her bed smiling at nothing.
He opened his hands.
She lay on loam wanting nothing.
His beautiful hands were trembling.
He wanted to make her new, his filthy hands were grasping.
He wanted to save her.
He slaughtered her children and ate them one by one.
In the house of wonder and beauty
She lay silently on wheat dreaming blue horizons
But when he set the house aflame
Pumped his radioactive seed into her
The globe shook, oceans flooded his cities
His glass ego snapped, he lay his beautiful, bloody hands
On her throat, kissed her and choked her to death.
He wanted to heal her, but the time had come and gone.
Because she’s beautiful; & if you don’t, she can be a bitch!