let me be prophetic let me romanticize bones, pearls embedded where teeth should be…
i am smoke and blood and poison diamond chips for eyes, hard, colourless & cracked facets she is unstained my skin every possible colour every pockmark visible and ugly; every sacrifice carved in lines below my chin ticking down the breaths counting them, holding them lovingly in the hollow of the throat that they may blur together and strike a sickly rainbow that she may find her salvation at the end of mine.
a work in progress... liable to be changed soon & often