I came into this world holy,
screaming, close to dying, dead,
don’t think i’m afraid
to leave it the same way
in decades to centuries
they’ll paint me gazing,
serpent around my waist and neck
secretly an artist's carnal sin
my skin is dry and blemished now
but i’m no less celestial
my hands bleed because i pick at them;
I’ve bloodied oceans before.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
I came into this world holy,
screaming, close to dying, dead,
don’t think i’m afraid
to leave it the same way
in decades to centuries
they’ll paint me gazing,
serpent around my waist and neck
secretly an artist's carnal sin
my skin is dry and blemished now
but i’m no less celestial
my hands bleed because i pick at them;
I’ve bloodied oceans before.
