I am that fine line that undulates between the moments

of your captivation

Is it beautiful when I eat marmalade sweets off your palm at twilight dinners

filled with bizzare expectations

crawling through the house

trailing blood

with swans enamored and enchanted at my crawling edges

drinking bluberry wine along my path

while you recline in golden photographs

laughing

strong

white teeth full of bite against my loom

fingers through the hair above your muzzle

always shifting

you delight in startling me out of my skin to mold it all into your momentary whim

whispering

"Look now, look and tell me who has it better."

 Amazing women

lined up at the doors of the abortion clininc

laid across white paper that makes crying sounds

the snow white numbs herself inside her glass coffin

humming against the sound of  dying

the screaming outside

prayers

bloody posters

blurring lines

who is wrong here and who is right

prince charming froths rage

how dare you murder my seed

how dare you shed the princess gowns for hip huggers

selfish bitch, he cries

lines blur

and I crawl inside my wolf

drinking the blood out of his laughter

curl into his paw

but he isn’t done yet

and spins me into all the gray terrains where before everything was nice and fixed

and black or white

~Sleeping Beauty choose the liquid termination

  the bruise of the injection site became a birthmark

the five week old cells stopped dividing

she could feel it dying inside

 she vomited and lay against her mother’s skirts for eight days

on the eight day they inserted the pills to soften the cervix

she bled and bled and bled for weeks

into a future of greys and willow thin seconds in which to cast decisive

judgements into the air

to scandalize the fairy lands;

her girlfriends always opted for the surgical procedure to get it done

and be done

but she was taught to suffer for her sins

"feel it dying, feel it dying" her sad mother whispered through the nights

Sleeping beauty shivered bone beauty

skeletal

she died inside no control

starving bird

dove out on the wire

Girlfriends shaking heads at the wake

wombs tight

and shivery

snow white

turned into the flowers

to give them tears to drink

out of her eyes

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