ecstasy

Asphalt is a cruel reflector.
It tells me your time is up.

Sleet carries me away in sheets of ice;
my head is made of glass tonight.

O stars! O heavens!
O cruel and unending fate!
Give me hope in a splash of sunlight,
or else tear my heart out with your red, red hands.
You throw lemon juice into each of my wounds,
dancing maniacally to heartbeat sounds.
Stab! stab! between my delicate fingers,
let my pain be the rhythm of the night.

At least I know for certain:
there will never be another as beautiful as me.