i've ridden on the ever-scorched,
ever-melting wings of icarus,
tasting the sunlight on my tongue,
the burning only adds to the satisfaction,
even with skin an angry shade of red and chapped more than the crust of the earth before she grew into her bountiful green form of brilliant life that decays more days than not,
i want to be your everything,
even if everything is ashes falling from the sky and twirling in the wind,
let me dance across the vast blue and fall upon your cheeks like my lips could not,
i want you in every way you could imagine,
darling,
you are the fire that keeps me warm
but i am afraid i am the water that smothers you to cinders and soot,
i'll wear the remains of this tragic love story like war paint
on my body to fend off the hatred
that grows inside of me every time i glance at the mirror,
but on the nights where my body feels more grit and grime
from hands too rough and hearts too sick,
not even war paint cannot save me.
scrubbing skin with scouring pad and bleach,
take the opulecense right out of me
and leave me with the sticky, bloody body of a broken record girl too tired to talk,
much too tired to pray to a god i am not too sure loves me anymore,
a haunted house full of too many things i don't want to talk about,
temple and church abandoned like a tomb buried under the ruins of the rest of this baren city,
i am my own catacombs,
call me pairs,
call me france,
call me the reign of terror in one body on the edge of breaking down the middle,
they have taken everything from me and yet i still stand,
a little too much to one side with bones bare and teeth a little crooked,
the last time i did not want to die i was there,
on wax wings melting into nothing
at
all.
