Skin & Body

Words resemble a time when I knew beauty.
I could create it from
finger-tips
& twirly-skirts &
imagined-smiles.

I knew you.
I knew you & I knew her & I let both of you
know me better than I did. You let me
break myself.
You never knew.

I've lost myself & the sand between my toes won't let me forget.

I listened for you when I went. Past
the alleyways & coffee shops.
I knew you weren't there.
The birds seemed happy
anyway.

My heart has never belonged to me
& I long for a cool touch.
My bones are slowly
deconstructing
by the merest of incriments
in hopes that I won't notice.

She's been chased into the woods
by the monsters
which plague her dreams
yet when she wakes
she drinks ambrosia from her
goblet-made-of-glass
& stretches her comfort
as far as she can
make it.
If I trusted her
she would be beautiful. (If I trusted myself
she would still be his.)

The flowers in my garden make me well & the one in my bed makes me worthless.My muscles are tired & I will not hear reason.

It does not matter
what air I breathe.
Dreamcatchers
perform too aptly
& the books on my shelves
reflect most clear.

I tell myself that I'll live forever
(& part of me hopes
I'll die young).

The dragon contained in my ribcage loses resilience with every day & unravels the frayed edges of my chest. I only hope it won't scar like everything else.

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