Her Collection

  
Her Collection
by Leslie Noyes

Pictures developed by her own hands arranged in haphazard collages

Adorned her rented flat. Categorized by color, style, and cut on poster board

Displayed on every available smooth surface. Dozens more she had stored 

Beneath her narrow bed, occasionally swapping them out for those plastered

Around the room. She found one image in particular fascinating this day: A hand,

Dismembered, floating in a pool of viscous red. Soothing and exhilarating. Yes, she

Thought, This will go nicely with the severed head above the bureau. Smiling, she 

Admired her shapely form in the cheval glass beside the door. Slipping a scalpel 

Into a simple black clutch, off into the night she strolled. Stalking her collection.

 Honestly, this started as a poem about a lonely woman collecting fashion photos and dreaming of wearing the items pictured to galas and royal affairs. Somewhere along the way a macabre little muse paid a visit. Maybe another day I’ll write the other poem.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats. View all posts by nananoyz