⚸ (Portrait of Lilith)
- then, gliding across my locked door, wondering
- smiling, why people really are blind to beauty
- what’s your name girl? it’s three different continents
- my name is ⚸ – ☤; my name is Lilith Lips Caduceus
- telling you that you will dream of everyone dead you know
- that it may be scary but it will help things move forward
- L. L. Caduceus had become the other woman but
- sometimes, the other woman is really the other woman
-sometimes, to not be free, not to be free; free to not be
- and mother, you tell me now that my wall is heavier than
- the basement because my wall has a different portrait
- it’s the truth, look at both of their hair, it’s the same
- look how everything else blends into each other like that
- yet we try to pick it all apart and
- they’re picking me apart like pork
- think about what you lost, almost like it wasn’t even
- the bird you thought was dumb for waking you at nine
- or the child or car or anyone’s child or car or cat or truck
- what a guy, lucky, lucky guy, if that was what they said
- what if there was commitment on your island, no
- what if it was the day after the ice storm of 2013 and
- my <3 had it out for you bb
- nobody knew what would be
- nobody making me be seen
- blow-up doll, tits out, short skirt
- as if this all didn’t already make me feel
- as rubbery and thick as dolphin skin
- and skin definitely loves other skin
- teaching you what nourished you
- trying to tell you about the things scattered
- around the house from the piano instructor
- but you always push us to your rhythm only
- even thinking it quite sultry
- appointment, won’t you come in
- using your angry voice
- then turn of head while sitting back
- looking = window, time =/= everything now
- overture > ovarian > ovation > oscillation
- got lost in the hospital once
- tried to tell you that too
- but you told me to get lost
- then she came down to tell me
- things and everyone will be better and simpler
- and making me believe her with an embrace
- going back to the beginning
- smiling, why people really are blind to beauty
- what’s your name girl? it’s three different continents
- my name is ⚸ – ☤; my name is Lilith Lips Caduceus
- telling you that you will dream of everyone dead you know
- that it may be scary but it will help things move forward
- L. L. Caduceus had become the other woman but
- sometimes, the other woman is really the other woman
-sometimes, to not be free, not to be free; free to not be
- and mother, you tell me now that my wall is heavier than
- the basement because my wall has a different portrait
- it’s the truth, look at both of their hair, it’s the same
- look how everything else blends into each other like that
- yet we try to pick it all apart and
- they’re picking me apart like pork
- think about what you lost, almost like it wasn’t even
- the bird you thought was dumb for waking you at nine
- or the child or car or anyone’s child or car or cat or truck
- what a guy, lucky, lucky guy, if that was what they said
- what if there was commitment on your island, no
- what if it was the day after the ice storm of 2013 and
- my <3 had it out for you bb
- nobody knew what would be
- nobody making me be seen
- blow-up doll, tits out, short skirt
- as if this all didn’t already make me feel
- as rubbery and thick as dolphin skin
- and skin definitely loves other skin
- teaching you what nourished you
- trying to tell you about the things scattered
- around the house from the piano instructor
- but you always push us to your rhythm only
- even thinking it quite sultry
- appointment, won’t you come in
- using your angry voice
- then turn of head while sitting back
- looking = window, time =/= everything now
- overture > ovarian > ovation > oscillation
- got lost in the hospital once
- tried to tell you that too
- but you told me to get lost
- then she came down to tell me
- things and everyone will be better and simpler
- and making me believe her with an embrace
- going back to the beginning
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Christina V. Antonovskaya’s prose works and poetry have been featured online; on personal blogs, Metatron, Lemon Star Magazine, L’Éphémère Review, Awkward Mermaid Magazine, among others, and she is currently working on publishing her book of poetry titled 'The Symptom'. From just north of Toronto, completed BA in Psychology, and writing has been a serious passion since early teen years and she uses it to understand and make sense of the world and her own perceptions of it.
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