there is rainwater in my lungs
my skin is a membrane of near translucent ivory
my footsteps echo past regrets
and my fingertips are always wet
placed between my ruby lips
my eyes are milky white with blindness
with hair that shines like pools of oil
and a cinnamon scent exhaling from my open pores

I am a weaving, bobbing, moving, shaking shadow of a girl
I am life and  time and loneliness
I am bliss, but you can call me
Darling Disaster
Moving, Shaking
Darling
            Disaster