My grandma’s necklace made me bold
And so I sold my soul to the devil
And called his name.
He slowly turned and back to bed he came,
Undid his tie and stodgy suit
And down beside me laid.
We came together,
The only thing between us
A string of pearls and broken promises
And an old woman’s voice in my head
Crying out from beyond
Forgive while you can!
For the days grow short until you join me in the dusty dirt
Past all redemption and passion and sensual pleasure.
Forgive while the blood runs hot and
Each drop of sweat and semen
Wash away the emptiness of your impending grave.
But then he rose and wiped
His gleaming body
With his crumpled shirt
Before pulling a fresh one from the wardrobe.
A Windsor knot he tied.
Then “Sorry love, but it doesn’t change a thing..”
Was all he left before he left me
With a hollow chest,
A string of pearls,
And an old woman cackling for me alone.
When Kylie was five, she wanted to be either a nun or a lounge singer. Luckily (for the church and lounge patrons everywhere) she discovered a love for storytelling around the same age. This eventually translated into a B.A in theatre from Florida State University and a MA in creative writing from Macquarie University. You can buy her book here and follow her Word of the Day Poetry Project