The Policarbonate Queen

She's in her throne
with her polycarbonate crown,
looking at me with pity
at her fingertips.


I stand there
looking at myself in the mirror of the solitude
Alone. Tragical. Dramatically forgotten.
She holds your hand.
You look at me with sorrow at the tip of your tongue.
I ask you to break me into pieces.
You looked away.
I break into pieces after all.
She smiles in her polycarbonate throne.
I'm dying.
My last breath finds a goodbye
in your desperate crystal kiss.