FAITH'S COLLAR - TWITTER'S SUICIDE

FAITH'S COLLAR - TWITTER'S SUICIDE
a collaboration between Mike Haley @windowstreak
and aladreth antionette brown @aladreth

"I had rather be a doorkeeper in the House of my God,
than to dwell in the tents of wickedness." ~ Psalm 84:10 KJV

One on one
they met on Twitter
bound so tightly,
no knife could cut it
without slicing flesh along with,
Unfailing Commitment.

Or so we thought ... going
-- from exclamation marks, exclamation marks,
exclamation marks
to glassy blood pieces
on the floor
-- from hand held squealing furry fun,
jokes about, "I'll be back,"
and "Look how sexy my boyfriend is!"

To...
To merely a reflection,
watery smoke filled coffin eyes
through white drapes (space)

she wants to go home...
the real home
but there's no recollection
of anything
before

Twitter.

Yes. It was Twitter
where we took pics of our penis.
Didn't mean to. Seriously.
It was pointed out
to us.
Twitter, where we steal
our stalkers words,
we like to put our red marks on.

And later,
There,
her last words,
"It's not pretty."

It was not.
No longer
an illusion of herself

To feel.

Something.

Finally.

I can navigate my life, my words,
around her memory,
but cannot around my own.
I never write
of our meeting
in the mountains
to plan the murder
or on the beach
to plan the rest of our lives,
that night, when I pulled you
by your ankles to put your feet
in the fire we built
from daisies, mud, lactating pin-ups and spit.

And things never play out
as they seem,
Faith's faith
hanging from her heart
from a purse bag,

Sans bag.

Hell, Sans Faith.

So, she's gone -- dead now.
And Truth is stranger than Fiction
-- the guardian angel in green hump suit
(required uniform of Heaven)
you see from the corner of your eye
before the last snip.

Oh, God, if the dice of hope
happens to roll with us,
It keeps us going.

But, we shoot marbles too.

Let Faith ......
Let Twitter ......

Never fade away.