A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)

Jester's Requiem

         I must be what I am in the place where I was. I am not a princess but a jester… hope pinned to my heart with your dagger of gold. A pet or toy from a time in the past… repainted to look still alive.

         Perhaps I am too bold for shelves give me a windowsill looking out at the dreamscapes of others…. I am the always waiting watcher, glass eyes unable to look away. Fragmented thoughts ring still like a waning taste of crimson on the fettered tongue.

         My shadow is doubtful, regretful. My hands are always far too empty and my head far too full….full of nothing but a deaf girl who never shuts up. Such a perfect little detached cannibal, she is just right for a box where I’m locked in the dark.