pawned her golden crown
so she could afford to
bare her soul.
She lacerated her heart,
relieving the pressure in each
ventricle and atrium
and drowning her sandcastle kingdom
with deliquescent adoration.
With horror she watched
as the blood reared up and
flooded the kingdom
like a tidal wave.
She dropped to her knees
and fell from power...
...from Queen to court jester in
the time it take the sea to
wash the shore clean.
He took her throne and
claimed it for his own and
laughed at the love she was leaking.
He threw sand in her face and
took great care to
step on the Queen's heart as he left.
He made Arachne his queen and
together the two
spent their life making silk for
catching food and
spinning lies.
The disgraced Queen died there,
arms spread wide with naivety
and the ghost of a kiss
echoing on her lips,
swept away long ago by the
salty sea spray.
Here we go again.