An Explanation of Lucy
Lucy was a poem to fear
in her studied calm,
deceptive as violence
disguised as artful play.
The things she fed you
might have been poison
but you ate them
without concern.
Lucy in her cabin on the lake
welcomed strangers
in her lyric way,
unsavory and soft,
until softness was not an option,
and her metric rhythm
gave away the game.
Lucy loved the world
with bread and roses,
and so her nature
was not like most.
When she kissed others
she meant it as much
as when she kissed you,
and you took your beatings
willingly.
Lucy in her pretty dress
in her cabin by the lake
was a story to fear.
She was every possibility
and the promise of a moment,
a bag of small secrets
too beautiful to be true
Horror Sleaze Trash 