black fingernails

happy strains of music

that once saw her smile

now paint her cold

sick

wishing she’d paid attention

only the poetess ever knows

the meaning behind

rhymes and lines

rindercella slossed her dripper

london lost jack the ripper

six years ago

she didn’t have a twin

in five hours everything died

two and two make four

but three’s enough

company

for one

what doesn’t kill

strengthens

with a tinge of insanity

why so serious?

there’s a reason

wishes don’t come

true

maybe she means

the opposite of

everything

she hasn’t

said

life doesn’t bother

to give explanations

those belong to

death