A fairy tale kind of love
We're like Cinderella fitting perfectly

He is not Prince charming
Unlike Snow White you will not wake up  
Yellow brick roads lead to  black eyes

The bathtub was almost my casket
You're holding my head
I just want to leave

The bathtub was almost my casket
You're holding my head
I just want to leave

Wearing the shadows of history
Smothering the hands of thunderstorms
I'm sea sick from the electric rummage in your bones
A bell tower dress tied to my fingertips
Stacking you in the silence of fading manuscripts
An vacant canvas motives my grave
Church steeples, poet healer
Map of the sky, sleep in your lullaby
You're my paper weight

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