Ashes to Ashes

when they peel back her skin they
find a feeble layer of stringent
exigency saved up for the people who
would lend her a light on her path
to gossamer fabrications, she's

lost herself in fairytales like
the crumbs that don't lead home
and the girl who needs to sleep off
a few decades before things can
fall into place-

she dug her own grave but
it turned out to be a rabbit hole,
she's sea sick- she lulls
       it's
       a little disarming when the waves reflect
       your mirrored malignance and the
       only way out is
       down
    (her siren song sounds like
     a martyr's last motive)

she sighs and promises herself to a man
who doesn't give a damn
she dances alone, her splintered bones echo
'the story's over'

the end.