Harlequin’s Mask

Can you see me?

The real me?

The one who stands behind the woman I show?

With harlequin mask

gilded tears in the corners

a reality

a truth

I cannot bury.

I mouth the words you need to hear

the platitudes

the I am okay’s

so you can have respite.

Respite from my pain

respite from my need

respite from my everything.

I am sorry to bother

allow me to retreat

and the facade shall return.

Ignore the silver tears that are real

escaping from beneath

the harlequin’s mask.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

December 4/17

Broken Cupid

Feral eyes glittering

claws sharp and deadly

she stalks through the night.

Scavenger of broken dreams

looting and thieving what she wants,

lust and loss her domain.

Struggles all around her

ignored for blood thirst.

A revenge that sings to her soul,

calling to her night and day

pulling her forward into the game.

A game that has been in play for eons.

Poised and coiled deadly beauty

a serpent ready to strike.

She takes aim with fatal precision

and boldly strikes at your heart.

Her weapon of choice?

A barbed arrow.

Coated with not love and adoration

but bitterness and strife.

Her desire not to pleasure

but to destroy

for all the harm done to her.

Centuries have passed

and still she rides,

seeking, forever searching.

A broken cupid who has lost her reason,

her life,

and finally her sanity.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

October 21/17