she sends me haunting poetry

between her letters and the raging keyboards, my fragile boy tumbles over the cliff

the long dark water never growing nearer, the fall continues on

i know not what i wished for, the copper green with rust

the woman is sleeping beautifully

her face a crackled porcelain, her veil a yellowed lacey crust

the doll is sliding off of me, though i try to pin it down

the staple gun is useless, the waking world screams in

i know not what i wished for, the copper taste is sweet

the woman is crying fitfully

her face a mask of bitter tears, her flesh a wilted sheet

i heard a bell ringing down a dark and distant corridor

i chased the fleeing sound through a labyrinth of halls

i know not what i wished for, the copper taste is warm

the woman breathes uneasily

face awash in unconscious fear, shivers through her arms

i saw the patterns reemerging, the monster sewing itself together

Dei-self, i've learned my lessons, Please!

i know not what i wished for, the copper smell is cold

the woman screams in agony

her eyes glimpse hidden memories, a pain so forgotten it's old

with a teaspoon and a thimble, we measure out the causes

but this recipe does not require ingredients

i know not what i wished for, the copper touch inebriates

the casket rustles emptily

the distance shrouded with circumstance, a dirty white train bates