Wool eyes, pretty please I say
Spray paint my wedding dress
With my drug scarf tightly wrapped around me
You'll be my party hat
Crab apples rooting in the flask of my stomach  
With a tinfoil ring you purposed
My glass hands cracked
The smell of your aftershave curls my lip
Minuscule wombs carelessly flung in my suicide toolbox
My own blood has become my moisturizer

Rusted lyrics gushed from your tongue
I awoke with calloused lips
As you baptized me in Jack and coke
Planting dandelions in my hair, wishing it would stifle my will
Summer nights as birds with leather wings soared
You mapped out my collarbone
I begged for air
But you kept my breathing tight
The morning flare embroidered across my face
As panicked poets uplift the silence that is left in between
The dimensions of my cave sheltered the loud noises from my little yowl
I weaved baskets of mortar trying not to permanently sleep
The gallery of my bones will march on  in my funeral parade

On Thanksgiving I shall slit my wrists
My blood will be the gravy
You told me you would blow your brains out in the bathtub
You did not want me to  have to clean up the mess
What about me? The permanent fingerprints left on my heart
Brains do stain the wall
I will not eat the gravy

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