Ophelia Ophelia,  oh your lies are sweet, 
the taste of honey ,
and your treasure to keep.

 Defiled in a garden,
picked like a flower
your eyes roll over
and the love is sour.

 Cant find your hands ,
you fumble with your words.
So clumsy but picturesque, Ophelia is.

She climbs in the night into her bed,
 and her nails betray her
they dig into her lovers back. 

I want lust lust lust,
the flesh screams
and Ophelias innocence seeps into her eyes 
the last place untainted by cries 

 Ophelia cries in her legs, 
she cries in her sleep
those hands are lies
they're not real ,
what you sow you reap 

You guilty treasure,
and filthy whore
your lies are like ants that eject through your mouth
your evil ophelia,in your very core.

I hate you Ophelia and thats why you died
so dumb a death so stupid, dont hide dont run.  
You fell and died and drowned and sank.

I stepped on your face,
your face white and blank 
Dont lie to me ophelia,
thats why your dead....

your lies consumed you. 



 please believe me,
I dont lie, im not dead
I've been reaching to life mute and deaf.
hurt me once more, and let the last blood curdle
under my tongue
where tenderness lives.
your touch inside
against my skin.

Dont leave me
dont leave me cries ophelia
Please save me ,
to the woman, as it wills her
to the stranger who did not know
she was in the hands of her creator and killer. 




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Ophelia is a character that intrigued me since I was in High school.  However,  this piece is not completely about Ophelia as the character.


~Torn Pieces (author -Tinywindow) 1/26/13