It was there where she left you, 

Under Canada splayed upon the crucifix,

It was there where the titans fell,

Into the webbed palms of the 

New York City subway system. 


You built a bed on ground zero.

Prostituting nightmares to the naked masses. 

to sleep under the ruins of 

Hope City Empowerment Center.

“God help me, I've lost all sense.”


My sense was lost long ago, in porcelain doll fantasies, 

where I tuck their marble eyes under my pillow

and lay in my bedroom of spiders, 

flaunting all my glorified sins

spilling across the belly, seeping into my navel.

gut wrenching. 



16 years old

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