A Place Called Insane (And Other Whimsical Poems)

Stilettos

She pinned her stilettos atop my heart

And carved her words into my arm

She painted a sky made of golden threads

And tore it so well when she called it the end

She pinned her stilettos atop my jaw

And laughed again and again when I couldn’t talk

She wound up more toys and made them go ‘round

And laughed again and again when they made no sound

She pinned her stilettos atop my eyes

I wish I could see her sympathy

She told me to keep still

I couldn’t keep her promise when needle broke skin

I still don't know where I was going with this one. I was sort of in a trance when writing this.