show me a garden that's bursting into life

[postmodernpeach]

two new poems. very bad.


film festival
the light splashes
     across our faces
dream-like state
     induced by dark
     and images
we're all asleep
     together
and wake
on the other side
only remembering
select phrases,
and the conclusion
is always:

laughter

and

'that was pretty fucked up.'
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Black Widow

widowed--
left behind--
abandoned--

abandons herself;
lures them in
with a twisted silver web
of forced laughter and delicacy--

flies to honey

she leeches her needs
from their unknowing bodies;
their toes clenching
in passion
while she enc-
roaches on their lives.

her smooth belly has no
red
hourglass
to indicate the time she will steal

and when her latest victim

dang
les

help
lessly

from her web,
she has the audacity
to mourn.