THE DOLL OF POCELAIN SKIN:

There once was a doll of porcelain skin
Born in a world of malicious intent
Fair, graceful and kind she was to her kin
Yet cruel pain was all she got in extent

Though as righteous as she seemed she was not
For scars lay under her porcelain skin
Yes, deep ugly scars of torture and rot
That tainted her smiles in angst and sin

The ache was so bad she let the mask slip
and let them see the face that lied within
The hideous visage that was bound to tip
The truth that would break her porcelain skin

They called her vicious and asked why she changed
When the facade was all she disaranged

Cut out my tongue, so I can't speak,
I don't want to talk with anyone, anymore.
Put your hands around my neck, so I can't breathe,
I'll die slowly, and believe that is my destiny.

Feel my blood rush, another type of time measure,
the blood ticking in my veins, is marking my mortality.
You're my issue, but also my therapy,
you're a galaxy, my way to escape reality.

Kiss my scars, just like you kissed my neck,
run away with me, and never come back.
Crush my heart painfully, the punishment that I need,
the agony spreading, is the way that I bleed.

It's not easy to wash feet
    in Messulumi.
Water fetched
    fire lit
          kettle boiled
              warm water poured
                    soap rubbed
rough towel dried.
Such care
                is needed.

☼

i guess ive always had a thing for fire
standing too close -
letting the smoke suffocate me,
the smell latch onto me.
i know i might burn,
but it’s where i want to be -

ignited by all of this desire inside of me

He looked at me,
The way the sky looks at the rain,
Waiting for patiently for the relief.
Hands intertwining around my waist like vines,
Every touch felt.
Warm lips pressed against mine that has been worn.
Heal them I say as if they have been broken so many times before.
I love you,
I love you.