POETRY

glass

wrap my glass hips under your swollen lips and kiss me until theyre bruised and numb, it's okay, my dear, the bruises will fade.

massage my iron bones and make them fade to a rusted copper moon.

and best of all, take my stone heart and make it into a beating song, my dear love, haven't you noticed how beautiful you are?

the rumble of my heart is shattering my ribs, one beat at a time, my dear, can you taste the metallic drips of blood?

my love, oh please, take this clawing pain down from my screaming chest.