~
The countenance of her throne
epitomizes the state of her soul,
and this countenance I shall describe
only to those who may tolerate the details
of its most uncanny existence.
A clique of stallions
gallop about in a nauseating blur,
their red eyes glowering under
the amber light descending from
an ominous sliver of moon,
its mere presence prompting on
the inversion of the stars
and the curled screeches of
many a morbid beast
whose fur hangs darker than
the trembling eye of Hell.
Atop one lacerated saddle
rides Her Majesty--
The Queen of the Circus,
deranged like the specimens
she keeps in her company.
And,
with every cacophonic rise
of the carousel,
she howls,
her orgasmic cries as primal as
the stallions' untamed whinnies.
She bites her lip until
she can taste blood
(and sex),
throws her hands to her temples
in erotic wistfulness--
pale limbs encompass teased hair
where decomposing acorns
(rotten kisses)
and bouquets of Nightshade
reside amongst the tangle
of Medusa-Esque curls,
amongst large, brown eyes
that sparkle gold under
the cursed heavens
which have been simultaneously
pleasured and scandalized
by the sight of her bare breasts
clinging to sheer leotard,
by the sight of her body swaying
round the rusted poles that
have sunk themselves into the horses' skulls
like a ring sinks round
a glass bottle or a lover's finger.
Of course, Her Royal Darkness
is more than just a Circus Queen.
She, indeed, entertains
a grand variety of morbid hobbies;
She is a Fire Eater
{spitters are quitters};
Grave Digger
{she dances the Charleston atop
treasure chests of bones and
bones with carnival mobsters};
Crystal Ball Prodigy
{reading palm | l|i|n|e|s | like
p
o
e
t
r
y};
Ring Mistress
{fuck or kill,
purr or bite--
what shall it be?};
Acrobat
{knees perched above shoulders,
a man's mouth between her legs};
Ventriloquist
{I'll steal your breath away, darling.}
Why yes!
She is a Jaqueline of all trades.
Pick a card! Any Card! ...
Is this your card? ...
A heart is drawn,
cleaved between her teeth,
each pulse of vein
a magnificent drum beat
against her tongue.
With the blood of her prey--
juices as thickly sweet
as candy floss--
she marks her territory,
parades her kill--
a pink handprint
smeared across the hide
of each stallion.
What dizzying artistry...
how lovely--
how...insane
she laughs,
each high pitched giggle
a homage to the maddening musings
of her soul
(and her throne).
Image Source:
Lana Del Rey Tropico gif (n.d.). [image] Available at:: Carousel gif (n.d.). [image] Available at:: https://gfycat.com/gifs/detail/ableapprehensivedolphin [Accessed 31 Aug. 2018].
Comments