Once Upon a Rhyme by Tyler James Conway
Once upon a rhyme, I killed myself,
Forgetting how to write the right rhyme
As I was reborn in a basket at the doorstep of Hell,
Crying tears that could have cured cancer
Had they been collected like rain in your glass of wine.
Once upon a rhyme, we had wings made of velvet memories,
And indigo eyes that matched our indigo children
Writing poems of prophecy on the bark of palm trees,
Telling the birds and the bees that the light at the end
Of the tunnel isn’t a train after all is forgotten.
Once upon a rhyme I came to a clearing,
Buried up to my bones as I turned over in Lucifer’s grave,
Trying not to laugh as the darkness burnt my brain,
Looking into the light of yet another life,
Past the crack in my egg and into infinity.
Once upon a rhyme, I wished for more wishes,
Wishes for wishes for wishes, a chain of daisy wishes,
Coming together to choke me like a noose…
Once upon a rhyme, I killed myself with wishes…of you.