Entombed

I remember you and

the way you clung to the

pillowed split of my lips some

nights, some empty, hopeless

nights, like salt to the rim of

a glass

I remember the feeling of

your hair tangled around

my fingers, snagging and

catching in the cracks of

my nails

The feeling of your

flesh, so hot, that it

burned the sickness

clean out of my soul

I never, never knew,

not even for a moment,

that you would ever leave,

not once

You were supposed to be 

Prince Charming, weren't you? 

Supposed to be Mr. Right and 

not just another Mr. Right Now?

Weren't you supposed to be 

    " The One" ... ?  

Wasn't there supposed to be some

magnificent declaration of your

love spinning and glittering

on my finger? White tulle drowning

my fears to their eternal death?

Weren't you supposed to prove

to me that you loved me above all else?

Adored me above all else?

Needed me above all else?

But you never did

Just took your sarcophagi

tongue and entombed me

in the mausoleum of your

words forever...

& I lie, rotting in here,

wandering from wall to wall,

up and down the stairs of

this miserable cage, dead roses in

hand, ragged and stinking of

every death except the kind I

desperately crave - physical...

I am a ghost

Trapped here for the rest

of my eternity

& you are gone, finally,

off to the mountains, or the

beach or some hole in the wall

where another empty-eyed,

broken hearted woman sits,

waiting for the man who

appears to be "Prince Charming

I hope you brought your white

horse, you bitch, because if I ever

get out of this tomb...I'm going to

kill you and bury you in it myself...