Red Prism

   Because I’ve got a chain-
                         And a noose,
              wrapped
        Around my throat.
                              And-
Smiling tells me the sky is red,
              Turning inside out the
      diaphragm
Of space and time;
                      ticking loudly
         In a head of
                                  snow-white,
       The blood thick
                         and calming

Caked on velvet dresses.