borne of milk-teeth
and
broken bones, of
ruptured sternums;
of lying months
and blue-green-
-brown-gold-eyes―
molten lava
dripping through
wax flesh
and
shattered vertebrae -you
are
the beginning of
the end and
REALLY一
you
should be proud-
you'll become something
beautiful and rusty
like pink stardust and crooked fingers ―and maybe one day you'll
get
over
it
when you kick in
your
milk-teeth.
YOU ARE READING
cigarette smoke.
RandomGOD GIRL || drowning in the abyss that is you. POETRY, 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙚!