Electra in November

For the happiness I carved all over my brain

Hot yellow candles melt with the strain

So they play the movie only the dull eye sees

And a hungry ghost hollows its refuge in me

Other Mother cries out not to leave

Our tunnel thrusts and recoils between fear and release

Overstuffed with black-spotted guilt I twist my stomach blue

One ugly night runs deeper than all I made true

Even in the fog of dark our mirror can clearly tell

Everything I lost like this my skin my face a Hell

My mourning for Her returns to bed

When we lock our eyes to steel through the dead

When morning and night become the same

I wish that She'd never given me my name