Musings of a dumb bitch

Disjointed flesh

Oh wondrous, feminity
Smirking Aphrodite
You chain me to my mask
This disjointed, mold
Of pillowy flesh and wiry hairs
Bruised, plowed skin
I am a tethered shadow

I gaze at the figure in the water
Clutching and clawing
at skin at breasts
At the empty shell of stale fruit,
Still fresh from the womb
Just a fools, garish imitation,
Of You.

You scarred me in that scarlet room
The velvet cove, the woman's tomb
I scrape and scratch at bulging flesh
At shapely shadows,
At Ophelia's doom.

Un-sex me! I'd beg of you...
You leave me an ancestors face
Of mothers, of brides
Of the flower, that you take too.
And You coated in diamond,
for amour? Appeal? What more?

I am a shadow of what you named me
A petal thin mask of the flower,
That rests in your fair hair
And You made me the serpent under't.
You made me You.