"Ophelia Speaks" [by Ivana Kilibarda]

Ophelia Speaks (*Bonus Poem)

I pinch my cheeks.  My heart revives.
Why loathe the color sweet?
As he lies besides me, watch him sneak
sugar cubes and huge amounts of wine
And red, to fluster me.

Imagine me obeying.  I have beauty to unleash.
And fairness?
O, to lie in a field, mirror in hand, reflecting
His hand on my maiden flames.  Not fair!  Not fair!

All I ask is for a little heat.  Like hardened honey
under fire.  This is why I’ll drown.
O, woe!  I’ve been robbed of my senses.
Don’t worry, love.
They crystallize inside me. 

-- Ivana Kilibarda