Holding Mirrors To The Sky Poem by Miss Fairytale

We sat in the cold, holding mirrors to the sky
My beer breath staining your hairless cheeks
Our wires dug into the cement and snatched
up tree roots. We are so selfish.
I gave you a pin to press into your skin,
You stretched the point and fed it to your throat.

The pin pushed though your soft organs and
Fixed you to the pavement,
This wasn’t what I’d hoped for.

I had to put aside the mirrors, open my arms
And haul you away. My wires pulled the trees
From their patches of earth; dragged them down.
I stuck my finger into your neck to help you
Cough the pin up through the hole and leave
It there for someone else to swallow.


27th June 2007