Paintings of tumbled curls
Oh, Ophelia, Ophelia...

Let me take you inside my mind.
Let me show you the whirlwind
that sucks me in
but locks you out.
Lifting my skirts- just a glimpse-
now, you're locked in.

Stripes tangled in lacy petticoats
Words too full to scream but too silent to hear
Ricochet- ricochet- ricochetingaround
my lost mind.

Now you leave, yes, now you see
Was it worth it? Do you feel more complete?
More intelligent, maybe, worldly?
Because of course it's so glamorous
So very, very romantic
when yet another Ophelia gives herself over to
insanity.