Alchemisland

Feeling feelingless, she sags like a cut strings mannequin

A framed picture of a happy memory she regrets, never trust a man again

A woman’s skin, that woman, thin but far from thin skinned the old workboot

Stretching leg to locker, hooks a prayer bead on her foot

Pillow at her belly, comfort of mass, arms slothed around it

Thighs pressed together, tight enough to brodequin

Harlequin light breaches her painted windows, ignites the walls a box she’s in

Fumbling tightening rolling a wheel, poppy fire, pin prick to sick a liquid in

Convulsive pleasure, mouth sick of, eczema blotches betray the sin

Arm bleeds like a radiator

Offworld tar invigorates her

Sword’s second side irradiates her

World of want, peopled by saters

Lovers and haters

Disease creators and war tech innovator

Tilled by Her love’s rotavator

I am broken and readied for reconstruction

My marshland heart is a dismal source

Boiling words come steaming forth

My forever fallow fields bounded by Edens and Gallows Gardens as crowned marble Babylon

Baby Lon Cheney in the pram watches his father change his face, his make-up on