• In the Basement Of the Woman
    by R. J. Spring

    The late Halloween gift was left by the door,
    The shadow of my shoes crawls across the floor
    Of the eyes of a woman
    I stab my heels in the thighs
    Of a woman

    She doesn't agree with holidays,
    Not enough snow for her nose
    And she says she can't trust those
    Who delve deep within her
    Who cause her to seizure in lament
    Despises those in her basement
    In the basement of a woman

    Too concerned with fashion,
    Her mind is warped with things not lastin'
    "There's a pain in my sides"
    Cries a woman
    And you hear the cries
    Of a woman

    She wraps a scarf around her face
    Lets her hair poke out of the space
    Between her sanity and her breaking
    She doesn't breath in the good
    Just inhales bad and what she thinks she should
    And she begins to wheeze
    I see the wheezing of a woman

    My, she has cotton down her throat
    My, her head begins to bloat
    Oh, my, she's sinking in her black mind
    And she refuses to stay afloat
    Refuses to let my words in so kind

    I saw her bash her head on the headstone,
    And call her husband on a phone
    And the husband said he'll buy her the wreath
    And I watched the yellow grow on her teeth
    And here dies a woman
    And I saw the death
    Of a woman