Where does it lead?
The snow globe explodes into my eyes
and then nooses me up.
I’m unsure if this is a hanging or
another sadistic experiment.
No matter what, it’s dripping blood
down the bedroom floor.
I can’t see anymore.
I can hear more vigorous dripping
in between my walls or
my thighs are another wall and
I’m Saint Bloody.
Welcome to my brains latest torture seen.
Broken Baby Bird Mouth
I didn’t force myself into you.
I popped myself out, morphed into my own
way of thinking. I found my direction
so stop inundating me with your questions,
with your why why why why why.
Because maybe I want to.
Because maybe it feels high today.
Because even if I’m not sure why, even if
my mind breaks down tomorrow, it’s still attached to me.
Because maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe.
Maybe I’m a witch bird with one broken wing.
You want to break off my other one and stick it in
your box of right and wrong and tell me
what I should do and who I should be.
Maybe I only have one eye left and you
can hardly wait to cut it off,
sew something different inside
my ripped hole, teach me another lesson
for everything I’ve done with my empty sockets.
Create me anew, the way you want me to be
instead of letting me be
my own contorted self.
You say, “If you can’t see straight,
I think it’s better if you can’t even see.”
Not Another Replication
He paints Bloody Mary’s
but won’t drink them.
I need to keep drinking red glass
after glass so my love doesn’t turn into mildew.
I say let’s keep spinning, don’t mold my circles
with any particular slab. I know how they break,
crack open, dry out, and get replaced by
a soft new color, wet in the folds between
delight and desecration. Stay away from
those gardening tools. Suck in your paint.
Pour every color down my throat
and all over my face.
Editor's Note: This feature was originally published on our old site.
Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver and purple explosions. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications, most recently including Arsenic Lobster, Diode, ILK Journal, Menacing Hedge, and Tarpaulin Sky Press. You can find out more at www.JulietCook.weebly.com.