wicked garden

...

the mud is silky smooth enough for a new something today

in the tiny garden of secrets planted the LiLiac way

the roses are a snowfrozen white & the violets a blissful rage

theres an eternal spot for you inside this blooming cage

my darling dear we have tried to pieces... so many bits of things said

but tonite youre receiving a heated machete slicing to the head

again like every other, you were a complete word-it-all this evening

& this time my tempertantrum was determined to fucking stop your breathing

dragging your once-loved-by-me body thru the Texas dirt

of midnite Southern roaches, dog piss & shells of bees... more than your worth

then stopping to think of how my purple will no longer be your slave

i smile & savagely kick you into your 'with love, Lili' grave

no more insane, no more loud silence

no more dam games & no more word violence

making your blood disappear into sheer while i sing&dance

not caring what i just did to you cause you had your chance

& yes darling, ima celebrate us & our kinda love forever on this day

by throwing a shot of tequila onto your secret place

...

{'FrozenRose' pix by mv79}