Her stabbing stilettos sweet

kisses in the sea-struck mind—

Love the hate the love-me,

love-me-nots hurt, so deep runs

the magic and sweet brutality

impossible to resist

the phone call to misery is

the fairy tale you live in, a story

unfolding by a cold river.

Insane now, so you feel this.

The meltdown.   A toy slaps the mind.

Then the peace ray

beams down bliss and light

and miracles.