Ribbonic Memorial
You know of Mr. Poe? (edgar allen, twisted little fucker)
He once told of Death in a Red Masque
Most see this as a tale, an allegory, an imagined stretch
It is that, somewhat, but the essence is still there
If most realized how tangible this figure is (run away screaming they would)
She is here to stay, folks.
She has an invitation written in ignorance and phobia
It wanted to leave long ago
But tethered to this world He still remains
Held taut by the Red Ribbon, tight and unforgiving
Anchored by my weak –ass wrists, bound
Helpless to break away the strands of red (color of passion, was it worth it?)
Sewn together by stupidity and foolishness (no baby, I promise I’m clean. . . stupid boy)
I sit with my wrists held up high, the weight heavy
I appear as if in fervent devotion, in deep prayer (what are you praying for?)
Appealing to a Higher Power for another Timeline (no dues ex machine for you)
For the chain-tight ribbons to be but a dream, a wisp
Of the warnings of things that could come true but have not
But instead of Angels’ Wings against the bright of the sky (looking for della reese, are we?)
I see Her? Him? It? . . . . Me?
Like a big, red balloon with
A smiling Red Masque drawn on it
With a strange resemblance. . . . .(remind you of someone?)
Hesheitmewhatever remains up high seeking to escape, yet no
He remains my prisoner and I His warden (you sure it’s not the other way around?)
What does She have to complain about? Floating around
A long-reaching balloon that no one really notices anymore
No one runs screaming from THEM any more (until they ARE the balloon holder)
For Fuck’s sake They have parades in Its honor, vigils of candlelight
Held for those that finally had their Ribbons (still surprised those bony hands could hang on)
Splinter and slowly tear apart (small wicks for what could have been longer lives, how special!)
Will I have a candle lit for my soul
After my Red leash finally turns to shreds?
Will anyone have listened to my plea, my cautionary “tale?” (did YOU listen?)
Will there be any tears to water the grasses I was dragged across
By this FUCKING, WORRISOME, DREADFUL humanoid Grim?
The grass will need it, I have been dragged across pretty well (hey, you tied the knot to this thing)
And where is HE!?!?!
HE should be here, helping me with this fucking thing
Can I not get an arm across my shoulders?
At least a yank on my shirt to let me know HE is there?
Guess not (nope)
Looks like this balloon ride is a one seater (HE has his own balloon ride)
I never liked taking road trips by myself, I like company (but you can get some you fool)
Who wants to take a ride with me? (plenty have their thumbs out, you just need to look)
Who wants to rub ointment on the marks made
By this pretty, shiny, Hercules-worthy, long-reaching ribbon? (do you ever fucking listen?)
I don’t want to be alone. . .someone please. . . (well if you would stop looking up at that damn thing)
Can’t help myself but to watch Him float
Waiting for him to finally POP! (meanwhile you just passed by three more people)
Hold the fuck on. . . did it. . ?
Just minimize? Is It about to pop?
Is She. . . OHGOD!
SHESGONNAPOPHESGONNADRIFTTHERIBBONSREADYTOTEAR!!! (calm down)
SHITSHITSHITSHIT!!!
Wait. . everything is the same
Just a trick of the light
He is still there, dragging my ass
I am still here. . . who the fuck am I talking to?
No one here (sigh. . .STOP FOCUSING ON THE SKY, RETARD!!!)
My neck hurts
