Electric Barbie

i am
pieces of flesh
laid over
live
electric wires

its not
a bleeing
its not
a peeling

its white
pain
silver

sound of
the squeak of
a chalk
on a
starless nyt

the
wires go
live

each time

I have
The audacity
To stand up
To Nature

each time

I forgive
Without
The shield
Of revenge

each time

I lay my
Body open
To insults
Without
The armour
Of self justification

each time

I hold at bay
sexual impressions
by denying
my gender

the punishment
is delivered

white lines
of unforgiving
electric

helpless
feebly
inhale
the cooling balm
Of my breath
over the shivering
Cubes of
My flesh


healing

before
The next
Electric
Storm.

Bride
A
Wedding dress
Of naked
Wires
Waiting
For the
groom
To undress
Her.
One Day.