10-13-2025, 12:45 AM
The Kiss You Call Mercy
My name is snow white
on the lips of the greedy and hungry,
in the eyes that don't see me,
to hands just like yours.
You find me in dreams; I’m always asleep.
Do you have fantasies of pulling the plug on me—
to be the kiss that lifts
my rotten body
from restful bliss to reality?
To kneel, adoring, at my feet,
as they stick out from under a white sheet.
To cradle what no longer breathes.
How merciful, to still my heart
and listen for its missing beat;
for a final sigh to escape my body
and dreams folded under my ribs
to find their end.
To you - at best,
I’m just a beautiful idea.
an angel, pale and bleak;
so you take her and wake her -
violently pull her from the safest
of sleeps.
My name is snow white
on the lips of the greedy and hungry,
in the eyes that don't see me,
to hands just like yours.
You find me in dreams; I’m always asleep.
Do you have fantasies of pulling the plug on me—
to be the kiss that lifts
my rotten body
from restful bliss to reality?
To kneel, adoring, at my feet,
as they stick out from under a white sheet.
To cradle what no longer breathes.
How merciful, to still my heart
and listen for its missing beat;
for a final sigh to escape my body
and dreams folded under my ribs
to find their end.
To you - at best,
I’m just a beautiful idea.
an angel, pale and bleak;
so you take her and wake her -
violently pull her from the safest
of sleeps.


