Lost Girl by December Lace
I saw your storybook ship
sailing in the clouds again,
My blood pumped pirate fire
my heart a compass
your ship wheel steering to me.
I’m starting to grow closer to the ceiling now,
my chest swelling
against rich fabric
Mother makes me wear.
Take me back to your island
sunny lagoons, cobalt coves, sprinkled magic,
the squad of savage boys
wearing animal skins as crowns.
Collect me as your last passenger
cross on through clouds,
straight on til morning-
I’m still crying tears
that would drown mermaids.
My eyes carry oceans
ships and crocodiles-
their bellies full of ticking clocks.
The tears never
land, my love.
An uncharted space, a home for you and I.
Please come back for me-
I know you know the way, my window still open,
my shadow untethered,
a loosely floating heart searching
for your mast.
December Lace is a former professional wrestler and pinup model from Chicago. She is a Best of the Net nominee and has appeared in the Chicago Tribune, Pro Wrestling Illustrated, The Molotov Cocktail, Pussy Magic Lit, The Cabinet of Heed, Vamp Cat, Twist in Time, Coffin Bell, Dark Marrow and Rhythm & Bones YANYR Anthology, among others. She loves Batman, burlesque, cats, and horror movies. She can be found on Twitter @TheMissDecember or http://decemberlace.blogspot.com.
Wendy Lou Lou Schmidt has been writing short stories, essays and poetry for the last twelve years. She is also a mixed media artist. Written pieces have been published in Chicago Literati, City Lake Poets, Literary Hatchet, Moon Magazine and Rebelle Society to name a few. Art pieces have been published in Rat’s Ass Review, Three Drops From A Cauldron, The Horror Zine, Young Ravens Review and Still Point Gallery.