The Queen Of Hearts.

-The Queen Of Hearts.-

Standing at her throne, she bows her head in disgrace,
Looking down upon a blackened beating heart,
Salty crimson silently streams down her quivering face,
Slowly lifting the sword, tearing her battered soul apart.

Lust burns a fiery ecstasy in her eyes of stone,
Standing alone with sweat beading on her brows,
Still bearing the musky aroma of his cologne,
She takes a step down and gracefully bows.

Fishnet stockings and a short black skirt,
High-heeled boots along with red lip stick,
Crimson finger nails and a ripped up shirt,
With black eyeliner coated on thick.

A foggy mirror cracked down the middle with deceit,
As she looks upon her porcelain face tainted with lies,
An empty bottle of strawberry wine spilled among her sheets,
As she traces her ivory fingers up and down her thighs.

Her heart is shattered as she falls for the pawn,
Standing in his yard, under the giant oak tree,
The Queen of hearts is now long forgone,
Crying, as she looks upon the girl she dreams to be.

© Jenna Elphick
October 3, 2006