She was his blossoming spring weather.
Young, just a spit-fire
Wasn't yet consumed by the flames,
A wilting rose
—Though she had embedded in her,
that tragic poetic prose
Still, she was a Barbie doll,
lost in another infantile pose
Eventually, she was his 'Skipper' bleeding!
Blooming April flowers in the beginning,
Before the depression started winning
Yet, whether April Flowers,
May Showers,
Or a cancerous destructive moody June's power;
She was always springing toward him
—And spring for him.
For the next, she was heat,
Danger revealed.
Masks, wounds, inhibitions,
Unveiled, unconcealed—
They were the scorching screw:
Electric light, the electric blue
She was his July Heat, poisonous sun,
August fires, she was his only one
She'd eventually become September Defeat
Through the fun natural sun,
Into the scorching flames
And both? —They were to blame.
Still, whether provoked or not
Whether+ warm, or stifling, piping hot,
She was always summer for him.
Three was the fall
The woman never fell harder
A season of life that jolts into Death
She was his little girl,
He was her dearest Father;
A love slave's theft
She was the pedophile's poetic rhyme
She was the answer to avoiding jail time
She was October Blues,
November's maddened weather
Wrapped in black boas and dark feathers!
Ready for fall's inevitable Death
She was his moribund goddess,
Leading Lady
Darkness and Death; so obsessed,
The mistress
—But always numero uno, baby!
Yet, whether October blues,
The light breeze
Or, November through into
December's Freeze
She was always Falling for him.
And, one season is missing—
Or is it?
The final love, oh yes, it was the visit;
She couldn't miss it.
It was what came after the fall,
The death knock-knocking;
The funeral in that deadly ballroom hall
Manic, mad,
S.A.D.,
Winter—
Yes, ALL.
And, Death was her lover,
Like no other
December's chill, January's cold breath
A February finale, the only celebration left
—She was possessed
Through them all, after THAT fall
She was forever, A Winter's Death.
© copyright 2018-2024 Eye of the Storm (Perfect Storm, Pt.3)
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