Philistine Ayad

Pin-up Girl: Nothing Left to Hold Her

You can hang yourself with your heartstrings
Cause I know you won’t use them to hold yourself up anymore

“Pin-up” Evans Blue

Splinters strewn across

            wood that tells

of misgivings, misdeeds, mysteries.

            A tattle-tale story

perched upon puny, vapid ones

            above, above—yet crushed below

images flittering, fluttering, tickling

            fumbling, tumbling

choking:

            The chair rejected her

make-shift ropes shied away—

            salvations were

too dull

            failing, to free from

beneath the prison of alabaster.

            All of the doors were locked.