Poem 08

The Queen

climb, climb
out her throat
fear hissing,
vomit on edge

climb, climb
bleed out the contents:
nightmares,
and her dreams

climb, climb
drip from her eyes:
shivers of the spine,
regrets of yesterday

climb, climb
and claw your way,
gouge out the unnecessary:
memories of today

climb, climb
hew her heart,
turn it into dust,
and win!
the almighty duel.

© 2011 – 2012 | &velajune

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