remember when i decapitated you
black mahogany, marie antoinette
slow motion suicide as your strings
shrivelled like burning hair.
i speak in maths, though i failed my class
these vibrations are my sublimation
it's noise to them but for me it's clarity
so i don't pluck my callouses and bite my nails
raw. turned out, turn in.
i curl like your strings, little flesh ball
encumbered and about to burst.
i can't hold eye contact with strangers
but i can face up to the world with you.
bought some gorilla glue,
victor frankenstein, my scary love
welcome home, my 505.
my valentine.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Poesíagive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
