4/17/16
I. Cut open my skin slowly with the tenderness you'd give to flowers. I am a gentle being, but I can also be violent. Remember the knife I let you cut me with belongs to me.
II. My bones are displayed to the oh so distant moon, laying in a bed of red silk. Take them out one by one and bury them so far in the ground that my skeletal hands can hold the earth's core tightly.
III. Fill my empty body with sand and send me out to sea. I'll sink down to undiscovered water where Poseidon can protect me. But I won't forget you. the sun still glimmers deep down. The surface isn't as much a mirror but a window.
