A Eulogy for Eliza Beth in case you die

It's Friday, and it's time for a fun post. Okay, maybe not fun, but definitely lazy. So here is a crazy poem:

A Eulogy for Eliza Beth in case you die

I once knew a girl who saw the neon blue bone
That delicately curves around the jaw line in my mind
And sharply presses against the cheeks.
Two iridescent cavities for eyes
And a cynical, smiling cage of teeth clenched behind sluggish lips.

I once knew a girl who dwelled in the back on my mind
In a mass, a clump of ancient poisonous plant,
A climbing ivy of some sort rooted in my spine,
Sipping away at my reason and shattered frenzy.

This girl once walked into the room in air of pedanticism
(Not yet sedanticism) with yellow hair near-tamed
And a innocently tie-died shirt exclaiming at me
(In my own language, nevertheless) Xi!
Double luck like at a wedding (How awkward).

This girl that I knew was the eternal fracturer
Perhaps instigator, provoker, stirrer-upper
Who held the twelve inch crowbar in her hand with the smug smile
Of one who knows too much
And brings it swings it down with an opening of the mouth
That releases fifty million pestilences.

We who are blind drop like flies amidst the din of darkness
Whilst you, Fracturer, perched like the scales of Justice
Holding a book in each hand.
Unlikely that Nabokov would be so kind as to explain
The differentiation between his mooding and moding
And explicable plotuous frantic frolics with pretty preadolescents
Which your fervid sense of smell smudges against the canvas.

What has your life become, Great Fracturer?
When the piteous states of words become the vivid ignorance of colors.
Luminosity is quite adverse when the world spins backwards,
Flips forward, rolls sideways, hops a few times on his head
And all while you gustatorily disdain their inhibitions
From your quite evident déjà vu.
Your tongue is shaped like a blade, your taste buds like feathers.

You are the magic eight ball with no regard for which way is up
And fifteen thousand facets on the pinpoint of a quill.
Broken dictionaries, crushed dried peppered fish, chicken cinnamon stick,
Clicking flash cameras instantaneous pictures, fifty four sleepovers and a hotel soap,
Soup in cat whiskers, infrared ink pens, triple bladed scissors pink cotton hearts,
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