Short-lived Queen
Inspired by a dream of a dream
4:44, dark o’clock
Dark save the moonlit memory of bared teeth and a broken gate
Having fled the flood of the thaw and that creature
Fled with... whom?
The young one, innocent
No, she only feigned innocence
And thought the devil was her friend
This “friend” threatened her life
Did she survive?
I can’t remember...
Memory... of a song... White Christmas Choreography:
Queens with routines
That would stop the show in days that used to be
Memory: the young “innocent” was the queen
One and all they're not chancing
What we used to call dancing
They're busy doing choreography
Playing a part, going through carefully planned motions
One and all keep us guessing
What the heck they're expressing
Instead of dance it's choreography!
Memory of anger that I can still feel hot against my chest
"Instead of dance it’s choreography!”
I was the one who screamed it this time
Yelled at all the women and girls in the circle
Not dancing, all feigning stories of their own imaginings
Deceiving everyone but me
So I screamed
And I ran
Past the elders who knew they knew the truth
Past the mansions built after the tornado
I ran
From grass down pavement into frosted gorge
Where the devil had been frozen, waiting for the thaw
Alive, eyes piercing through the ice
Waiting to bite
Me?
No, not me
But the short-lived queen.
About the Creator
Paul and Jordan Aspen
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