Look at me.
Do you see

Vulnerability?
Your drawling voice

Mockingly speaks
Coldly, you look

Down at me so
Differently…
.
I am normal,
Hiding from eyes

Mangled hands write
Bedridden cries

In hidden lies.
Shut your mouth don’t

Speak of me please
Get your *****

Concern off my
Skin I skin myself.

Don’t
look at me.

I once learnt of a girl who held stars in her hands
Her neck scarred and left with purple indents
She found him working at a, candy caravan
With his—“Icy glare and chiding gnarled grin”
He drew her in, slipping a few more confections
in her paper bag, his love an infection.
Their hands intertwined and “She’s always mine”
Their foreheads met in a forest of lies
She smiled as his fingertips felt her soft satin throat
He pulled back and lips brushed her ear
A swift blow she heard as death
  drew
near…
Her heart peppermint, pungent dead wafers
Down by the river, forgot she’s a liver:
Candy stars scattered in the sky.

You left me with compressed agony
Dense emptiness
But through singularity I become infinite.

Serenity.
Graceful
Laughter,
A ringing
Bell.
The wind
gently Rustles your hair, it lives
hugs   flows as your fingers   open
life     Caress a primrose as     to
with       Soft as the swing of     lo
sm    Your hips as you dance.   ve
all     The pink flush of your     te
wi         Cheeks, the caring       ars
sh         Lilt of your chime.        and
e              A vessel pouring         cr
s.           Out your    fragile         y.
Heart           for all
weak           ness
does           not
hi                de.
Fe              el.
                   ­                                                       My beautiful gentleman,
                                             Be alive