lolita of 13-G

down dimensions
parallel

we dreamed
another self

lolita was
of sharp dark beauty

her mind a labyrinth
wired grace

and how she
loved to play...

her rosewood cello
she named her pixie

who was strung right tight
with witch's hair...

a precious thing
that made such music...
translating the soul
into oscilating waves

and then one day
she watched her hands

turn quietly
to demon things....

with mouths for
spitting blesphemies

and sharp teeth for biting
when they felt the need...

and never did
they let her play

and she watched
her precious pixie
while away

she cursed her hands and when they would not bend
she chewed off her own arms
at the elbows
and that's

the
end.