In the rosebud wendy house

a tiny child wails panged.

Her bony spine burns raw

flayed by pound of fists.

A tutor snarls, crimson eyed

heart joyous at good toil.

My beauty soared

as Icarus wax winged

gazing, raptured

by the star of day.

Iridescent shadows murmured

strident, perfect dreams

A figure encased

in opiate slumber

oozes void tears

of capitulated consent.

One eye squints

bare and prone