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

it started with a cinder
that smoldered beneath my skin
one burning little ember
was how it did begin

a fire lit inside me
with flames so white with heat
and it crept along my fingers
and from my head down to my feet

I became but ashes
when your fire did burn out
a girl became a tortured frame
my body a ruined house

and now the wind has swept me
from the east coast to the west
all evidence erased
in one wily tempest

I fell into your hand,
a pit
stripped of its sweet flesh
torn to nothing
by enamel claws.

You could play me like a love song
And I would be draped across your arms
Where not even a failure could be wrong.

I hope my shadows,
Won't black me out.

I love to watch your skeleton
As it lives beneath your skin
Your ribcage pushing outwards
While you try to breathe me in.

We can't get much closer
Than the connecting of our hips
And the conversation of our tongues
Behind connected lips.

I'm content with lying
In the corners of your arms
Until the world dissolves us
And our souls take to the stars.