Spinning

I've been ignoring it
The urge to spin
Not threads or in dancing
But words that have burned me
Burned me to punish my silence
burned me for being half said,
half said but fully hurt.

Does Alice ever really leave wonderland?
Will Humpty ever get put together?
Did Jill roll down because she fell,
or had she walked with Jack too long?
Did she long for his company so much,
she chose to fall downhill also?

Do walls have ears?
If so, can they also speak?
Speak at inopportune moments,
treacherous and unforgiving,
having trusted them also with your secrets.

Will London bridge fall down?
despite numerous efforts at Faux engineering.
London bridge is falling down,
my fair lady.
A lasting solution this time is sought,
so burn the bridge,
and build another...

But will the new match the glory of London bridge,
or Outclass it in Gore?

Just before the sun comes out

What really happens at night,
those hours when the angels are asleep,
the time before your womanhood awakens.

Even more curious,
how does one paint the dawn, that splash of dark and light,
when ure still part child-part woman
and ure wondering how best to shape the part that's still a child
to create a whole woman that the WORLD cannot help but acknowledge.

You wait with bated breath, because the truth is, the sun is coming out soon, and soon the woman will be revealed, whole or not.