Emma

emma appeared like an angel.
emma fell like rain
into my lap like a heart attack.
like lightning from her name
i’m running dry of bad excuses.
don’t want to lie or seem intrusive, but
time hasn’t told me anything,
and neither has she

a poinsettia in poison rain…
traded true love for insult and injury
we washed it down the drain with
one silver bullet and two vicodin

emma woke up in darkness,
suitcase already packed
note on the bedstand signed in blood,
“sincerely, never coming back.”
a nightmare on my street the day she arrived
a nightmarish household in which she died,
‘cause it made her feel at home
somehow made me feel at home

a poinsetta in poison rain…
traded true love for insult and injury
we washed it down the drain with
one wooden stake through the heart, and two vicodin

a poinsetta in poison rain…
traded true love for insult and injury
we washed it down the drain with
one silver bullet and two vicodin
and we watched the sun fall crown
on a city that sleeps in a world upside down
a slow ticket straight out of town
you went out with a bang when you took
with you all my dreams underground