the bones were hard to give up, they pushed out like daisies caressed under the hounding heart of a copper sun. unbridled and undried they bore zealous arrogance of themselves, petals dripping ****** convictions and vibrating like awful angels.
under cruel devices they tried to soften my bones and mold thick skull constructed of lackluster candles on their last flame. days passed like doctors and white nurses examining old wires that pray tell the routines, the stools, the teeth. i am their Jesus, their Lazarus.
my hearse, my sheep keeper, my pretty things, i become the acrobat at the finale, the last supper, supplementing at the **** of my recovery. i lay my skin down for all of you to see: here is my breast! my toad belly! my glass feet!