In the church grounds my dress lifted up
Eggshell skin, knees unsound
Where lovers are stitched together
I wanted something to fill my mind?
You filled me with unmoral thoughts
The ocean of our language was delicate nectar
I held hands with the clouds , as you held the power
On patches of dirt where birds had laid I undress
Fragile as a robins egg, opening my mouth to be fed
If I sprouted feathers would I fly away?
Trembling hands but I was always reassured
At times the yellow sheet under the apple tree felt like love
You tell me I'm helpful and dependable
I think of sunshine and fireflies
Put me in a jar keep me safe free from scars
I feel voiceless this Sunday afternoon
I have always been taught to respect and listen to my elders
You tell such beautiful lies
The spine  of the bible is wounded with lovers lace
Blue-veined fingers became familiar with my breast
A gold band rests upon my pelvic bone sunken like a peaked *****
I collect the mucus and blood the eye of the needle is to small
Some things can never be sewn back up

I ate my lover bones
With shards inside of me
I feel him next to me when I sleep
I saved a bone to wish upon
Perhaps it will come true

Moon waves rising and falling
Neon night lovers alive with beliefs
Stardust and sonnets giving birth to fingertips
As poetic feet dance across ink stained lips
With quiet hands I clutch the pit in my stomach

We need to teach the youths
On how to succeed
Build them up with courage and dignity
So they can prosper and take heed
Tough love may be on display
Because we want them to do there best
Encourage them to stay on the right path
And aim for excellence

Bluebird wings tucked against my side
Day old flowers losing their lust
The smell of books and stories of years ago
Secrets ramming into my teeth
Barefoot drunk on the sky
I have climbed some painful words
Fractured my eyes although I still see
We had days of perfection I have seen magic
Eating oceans of lovers
Abandoned words remain unheard
Your soul became my haven tied into poetic knots
Secrets on my chest became painless

You say I invited the ghost to come today
My skin eating rope
I provoked you
I begin to mentally hate
I will drink from your tears
The moon is streaking hollow kisses
We are beautiful together
But I can't live in the house of bones
You have been diagnosed with the punching bag disease