A Poem: Sudden Idea That Needed Posting.

Parted lips, heavily painted a shining red

she is beautiful

eyes so clear like a blue lake

you can peer all the way in

if you look hard enough

you can even see the bottom

although it is blurry

she likes cool music

her brain is molded into the shape of a daisy

she smells like fancy hand cream

the kind i want to buy

and when she dies

her body will still look young and supple

we will cut her open

we could even do it with a butter knife

her skin so delicate

and we will see her ribcage

empty

nothing but brittle bones shaped like a jail cell

no prisoner inside

no, heart was set free long ago

never to return

only one cloud of smoke will lift from that

beautiful,

empty,

chest

bearing the words

AT LAST.

and then it will fade away in an instant

fusing with the vapor from my english breakfast tea.