Enter Judith Phaedra

Enter Judith Phaedra 
with her Tarot reading doll
She stepped out of the canvas 
with a bleeding southern drawl 
Shell-shocked rats in alleys scamper,
looking for the nest
To escape the anesthetic 
of her opiate laced breast

She walks on crooked leg bones
from the foothills to the shore
I've oft times heard her scratching
at my window or my door
With her fingers long and twisted,
corset of stained lace
She roams my empty hallways
in search of my embrace

Return Judith Phaedra
with your tarot reading doll
To that bleak and lonely canvas,
draped beneath a violet shawl
Let your long and twisted fingers
rest in oil in your frame
And no more roam my hallways
from the nightmare which you came

Author's Note

Feel free to rip me to shreads

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Rip you to shreds!!!! Heck-no! This is downright brilliance, if I ever read such! Imagery, narrative, musicality - stupendous! This poem lives, breathes, and dances its heart out. Well done!

[Maria]

Ok, this totally creeped me out. I mean, its still daytime, and yet, wow....I could picture her, and those long, twisted fingers, coming about, trying to access your home. And I could even imagine, you, sitting in a corner, sweating in cold, and your heart beating so fast, that you could barely hold your breath, awaiting for her to leave. Man, hopefully, I do not dream of this, myself...lol.Great piece.