Tag Archives: Harleen Quinzel

Romantic Origin

You laughed

as we drove 

away. I busted

you out, Puddin’.

I busted you out.

 

You threw me out

our door, green hair

a brandished weapon.

I had to prove myself,

make you laugh.

 

I remember

seeing you the first

time. Grin

menacing. A rose

in my office. A note.

 

I caught him,

Mistah J.

He hung upside

down. Piranhas.

You didn’t appreciate

it. I fell from the window.

 

Puddin’ you made

me laugh. Arkham

had been my choice,

not yours, Love.

And you made me laugh.

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Sections of a Former Psychiatrist’s Diary

Black lipstick

Red and Black

The babies snap

at the bone,

fighting over it.

Puddin’ planning.

 

Stupid B-Man

hurting Mistah J.

The hat never

comes off

blond hair.

 

Kicked out again

staying at Red’s.

Her plants terrify

me. B-Man

can’t stop us.

 

I missed my puddin’

Missed how rough

he pulled my hair.

The smacks when

I grab the wrong gun.

 

My puddin’s frustrated

Not even revving

me up helps his mood.

I hate B-Man

so do my babies.