Published in
Unlikely Stories in April 2001.
the (st)art of madness
a Sphinxlike spectre
descends into your room
to throttle your pink hair
and ravaged face
with ice-cream spoons
so you move to the attic with
medieval romance
perched upon your cheek
count postage stamps
rustling coquettishly
and your eyes begin to moonride
there and back again
your heart beats
a dark gothic cathedrál
the light tapers stately
and around again
©Tasha 2001
