Jewelled Goddess
my fingers shimmer with glitter / frigid moisture turns to lead / pouring out of my being onto the page / staining my fingers with what I should desire / weightless lack of substance made of heavy stones they call gems / filling the empty etched in my bones / the gaps between pale ribs / the slats of the floorboards / the cracks of the shutters / why have you let all the lovely dreams out?
my stomach growling for carnival candied apples / eyes salivating for the sight of dying suns / ravenous for material lives / the scattered pencils on dusty floors shoot me in the foot / falling deeper into the wooden abyss / a chest, or a coffin?
pricking my fingertips on their definitive edges / savor the sweet, sweet pain / sew the stars into my skin / a shard of my shattered, useless heart, a needle / slick hair drenched with blood, thread/ darling, don't be scared / I've turned myself into your goddess / gruesome, is it? / isn't this all you ever wanted?
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