gia civerolo

 

bad girl kiss *pomo haiku

                                                                                                   Death is a bad girl

She longed to fight and kiss through

                                                                    black eternity 

*pomo:  Post Modern

death insecurities

She was bored with death

Playing dead

Circling the same beats

A well- worn black groove

Even backwards it sounded

All the same

She was bored with death

Disguising the dead in 

Stack of statistics 

Hidden in plain sight

Twisting around a pointy

Tail she was jealous

She didn’t have

She would have loved to

Waved and stuck it

Straight in the air

She was bored with death

Tantalizing her

Whispering the same

Old lies she tried to ignore

An erection always 

Poking her in the back

Pathetic pleas when all

She wanted to do was sleep

She was bored with death

Death wasn’t used to being

Broken up with

Stalking, sulking no matter

How many times she said

No or you are so dead to me

She was surprised by how

Sniveling and insecure

Death could be

dead but not gone

I always felt sorry for you

Even before you were dead

It never felt real with you

Stalking the shelf

Framed black & white photo

Black of your eyes 

Shine only on the outside

Bone structure smile reveals

Big and tiny lies between 

Your very pretty white teeth

A breakthrough sparkle of glass

Misconception of protection

I push it at the very start

It easily breaks

Slashes across your neck

The prick cuts my finger

Deep red blood 

Gives personality 

To the haze of all 

The middle grays

In the black & white photo

Scrapping my brain

All the shrines and 

Sorrys that never came

I pretend to cry for

Pubic consumption

Not a teardrop

Falls