Fuck off! Babyface shouted
at the Queen of Hearts,
tangerine blood dripping from
his sated lips. You are nothing
but a cold-boned illusion,
misery crawling across your years.
Go bother someone else.
She creaked open a knife-lined smile,
curved up with blood-creased cracks
at each corner.
This is the afterlife of lying and waiting,
she said. You are already dead,
foolish knave, and I shall erase you -
starting with your head.
Aanteekwa threw open her
bony brown arms and shoved the
shocked and awed aside.
The gasping human sea parted
and let her pass.
She erupted next to Babyface.
Wait a second. Doesn’t he get
a trial? she demanded.
The book says so!
the Queen snickered.
Aanteekwa grinned a sharp scimitar
at the Queen. This one.
She opened her folded brown hand
which bloomed a large white book.
A thin, bloodless face faded
into vision. She’s right, it softly intoned.
I should know – I wrote the book.
It grinned, and promptly disappeared.
The Queen assented. She was bound
by the book. As they began their
march to the courthouse, no one
but Aanteekwa heard the coarse royal utter
Fuck me under her breath.
© 2013 Nicole Nicholson. All rights reserved.
This poem was written for Joseph Harker’s Renovation Twenty-Eight prompt from which I borrowed: “This is the afterlife of lying and waiting.” (Joseph Harker, “Valley of the Kings”) and for bonus, was able to end the first and last line with the same word (yes, even if it is the word “fuck”). This is a continuation from “Nectar“.