Enough of this
false testimony and half madness,
yellow leaves sliding down your face

like lemons

or lemon-shaped tears, at any rate.
Off with her head! Or yours, I should say,
and you should feel an almost immediate

relief,

a sudden decrease in pressure
as your limbs float free
like so many mylar balloons

soaring,

and then sinking into the ocean
to choke sea turtles and clams
who probably deserve it.