inside this castle made of glass, i orchestrated / i wear lacy lingerie, woven with silken quartz / i bathe myself, deshabille, in moonlight—i want to swallow a state of lucidness / i blazon dusky locks, i practice porcelain skin / i bare my emotions surgically, galaxy fingertips pry this ribcage apart / the cadence of my heart exposed, glance into this auditorium just for you / i sleep beneath a blanket of water, so even my dreams are see-through / inside this castle made of glass, i orchestrated
because i wanted you to see
but instead, you look straight
t h r o u g h
me
YOU ARE READING
ETIOLATED
Poetrythe silhouettes your eyelashes construct upon slavic cheekbones #42 in poetry 20/07/18 #40 in poems 16/08/18 #34 in poetic 20/12/18 © charlieisaneatfacade 2018
