Rhonda
The onyx empress died
Long and unrestful
her death ate at her
from her place of birthing life up
devouring in its languid pace
stomach
lungs
and finally
for dessert
heart
The onyx empress is dead
December 23, 1992
Tressa Lee Breen
Living Night
Living Night
Exposing the magic
it dissipates in the sun
A white vampire of darkness
it dissolves in the light
even though that is what it shines night
Why worship only the light
when after all
it follows the night
Intensity
uninhibition
all wake in black
Shadows speak
and freedom dawns
when the sun turns off its light
Why fear that which releases you
Why sleep when you can live in the desire
that is only fed by onyx brightness
Why bring light
when the darkness glows so bright
December 20, 1992
Tressa Lee Breen
The Wound
The Wound
Blending in the open sores
of my once so porous memory
is the crude of an unfinished relationship
Stirring in the puss
squeamish yellow and rank
is the finale with no ending
Brittle film over the wound
is just picked away
falling to the ground in an already decomposing mass
There can be no scar
where there is no closure
and there can be no healing
where there is only
infection
December 13, 1992
Tressa Lee Breen
The Tree
The Tree
The trunk of you
bark soft as fur
but with the strength of
wood
moves between my thighs
I climb to your
heights
wrapping my limbs
around yours
My grip is strong
for I have never
been easy with this
position
my feet so far
off the ground
Yet your leaves entice
me to rise
higher
brushing against me
like a whisper
compelling
how high
I am dizzy
but you are still
a sturdy nature’s
pole
with only the
rustle of leaves
screaming
the ecstasy of the
climbed
December 12, 1992
Tressa Lee Breen
The Consequences Of Jeffism
The Consequences Of Jeffism
To
purge
my
barren
bed
of
your
memory
To eviscerate
your touch
from my skin
You became
an organ
of mine
sometimes
working
inside me
How do I
dissect
that which
is only a
phantom
of the physical
No anesthetic
for I am both
surgeon
and patient
What tools
scalpel, forceps
do I use in
performing
such an
operation
Is the delicate touch
of nerve sensitive
fingers required
or
is this a job for a
master butcher
ripping out the infection
with blood painted hands
What can this
non terminal but
excruciating disease
that was the
“you” experience
give me
You waste away
my mind and heart
with distrust
and give me
the bitter backwash
of my own stupidity
Your removal
is a necessary
for malignancy
is not the norm
but
when
you
are
gone
will
the
symptoms
remain
December 12, 1992
Tressa Lee Breen
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