The Dirty Heroine~

Now the dreams they spilled their contents bare

at her naked feet and threadbare pain

empty save for his old hands

that she now realized, could not withstand

her decadent indulgent rain

the basket at her feet, her bane

she smiled and leaned deep in his bruise

her lavender chemise, reused

to dab the stain beneath his chin

she parted her mulberry lips

“I’m so tired of your bones, breaking me apart for prose,

I want a softer life now, please, one without your bleak disease

I’ll even settle for a lie, risk a man and his goodbye

I’ll swallow every bitter pill if you let me wear my human will.”

 

Now the monster in his beauty fair

inclined his head to her despair

his claw it drew her down a line

against his brutal appetite

he leaned in close, he leaned in hard

to draw his tongue across her scars

he pressed his smile into her palm

her ecstasy therein embalmed

“Princess in your slippered pain, I raise my glass to you, so brave

to come to me adorned in ash, your seduction to entrance

I’ll grant you here a place to sin, where markers blur the soul with skin

where you and I have come at last to be what always meant to pass.”

 

Now the monster took her fragile wrists

and raised them to their fated twist

and the girl just smiled through pain with poise

and blossoms etched her stone with prose

his eyes of glass pulled her through anguish

into a fable to fall through, to languish

on a bed of moss where violets scream

and a butterfly gives up her tears

“You came back, we knew you would, to this place where they first stood

where they bent to every flame of lash eating down the girl of ash

we knew you’d one day come to pass before the shattered looking glass

and bow to every puzzle edged for sins like this must be avenged.”

 

Now the girl she stroked the monsters back

as he folded  corners to be packed

her face in profile, sharp as his

her blood a winding trellis, bliss

“What you have given I have held, inside my lute, I am compelled

to return to you the letter sealed, the secret opened to be healed.”

and the story in his hand unfolded, his origami soul emboldened

but she just shook her head in grief, grief that hinted  plush relief

“Monster mine, oh monster fair, rarest faun to wear my stain

I have come into my own at last, did you ever doubt my heart’s contrast

and now that I am on my knees, will Pandora come with keys

to unlatch my blood from wounded bliss, to unleash my dirty heroine?”

 

A moment rare and undefined

a faun, a girl, a moon aligned

a sword in stone, a culture’s blood

a woman, a Cadillac, a smoking gun

driving down a body bare

a road unwinding

for

her

to flame

the stain

what a game

what a price

to pay

to play . . . .

 

 

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Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

You are a great storyteller Selene..you give us an imagery with your words which is so very lucid,and you write with such vigor and vibrancy.This was very fast paced..and there were a lot of things happening at a time,only you could have executed this well..:)

[Ruth]

There seems so much yearning and sadness amidst creativity and love here love! There is an overwhelming sense of nostalgic memory. A will that cannot be extinguished!

"“I’m so tired of your bones, breaking me apart for prose,".......Stunning line!

A lot of life's questions and hopes and fears in this, take a little light and add darkness, take a circle and mould it, take a hope and add a little tension! lol
Awesome love:) As always:)
xx

[dovetailer]

It is so hard to relate to what many would deem to be a skewed sense of love and pain...to understand the blending of pain and euphoria...that agony could ever provide respite from a greater pain borne every day...so I do not judge what I do not know and try to find the release in what you write...approach each thing you write like a randy teenage boy...naive...losing his cherry to one experienced in the wiles and craft of losing their reality on a wave of carnal heat...knowing nothing...feeling everything...accepting each rapture as it comes...

Yours is a tea steeped in water that is impure...unboiled...unfiltered... adulterated by our humanity. I have been conditioned to believe in good and bad...right and wrong...righteousness and evil...and there is no blending of these extremes..."there is only one way to love"...”we should flee from the darkness in us...there is nothing good there"...yet clichés like "lesser of two evils" or "the greater good" are understood to be true in our experience...that things are rarely either ”black” or “white” but somewhere in between...

We tend to want what we do not have...touch what we shouldn't...taste what others say isn't good for us... there is a dichotomy in our existence between what we want and what we need...between what we are meant to be and what we are...

You write from experience garnered in yielding to the voice that calls to all of us from the abyss...a call to taste...experience the rapture of darkness...
I'm sure here has been a price for the wisdom that you pen...regrets that dampen your illumination...a wisdom we may never understand unless we travel your road. We sit on the sidelines and read of the pleasures and pain you share. We are moved by it, but can never share it unless we have been where you've been...but most of us are too afraid to find out what we really are. You know...and your writing drips with that knowledge...like honey from a hive of angry bees...certainly not safe...we stick out our tongue...risk pain and death for a taste of its indescribable sweetness. Your writing amazes...but I for one would like to meet the little girl you hide inside...
Wonderful...revealing...moving...

Oh...and the poem was terrific as well...

[Hellslastwarrior]

Loved it had to reread again because i want to remember the poetic way you went through the story at such a fast pace it kept me on edge forever needing to read more. Great work and thanks for the comment you left on my poem. I shall guide my friends along to read your stuff.

[alan khan]

the title alone had me hooked, and then the work itself. it was fantastic, your use of words is incredible. amazing stuff.

[Iota]

Your use of words and how you describe or narrate a scene is just amazing. I always have to pay close attention to your writings as they seem to be filled with fast pace action that tells the most wicked of stories. Bravo, as always your simply amazing.

[Awdures]

A beauty and the beast tale. But the beauty can be the beast, or something can always unleash that inner monster within all of us. I love the way that you always use a strong woman as your main character. Be she bushido wielding or holding a smoking gun.

Again an abstract work of art Selene.

[Bard Constantine]

Sometimes the heroine can only be unleashed when in the monster...

"Monster in his beauty fair" -I love that description. Many times true horror is disguised by beaty, a reason why so many fall for the trap, and only see the menace when it is too late...

[Randolf Ramos]

Great vocabulary, and great intuition, I havent tried heroine yet, i dont know the feeling of inner frenzy, great poem thanks.