#dosenherz
don’t kill your beasts. the way others mention your loves in tales about the earth made from dead giants and a whisper. there is a howling in your skull but you won’t crack. gold-fanged fairies won’t heal the cuts you leave in your face when you dress up for the woods and the bottle of liquor in that boy’s hand. they will laugh and chirp, and then pry his clothes apart until they hold his heart or whatever part he promised you. there is a whining behind your fingertips when you hold your mouth shut, so your mother won’t see the blood. you won’t cry until you find yourself on the floor of the shower. you will close your eyes and watch his body and the flowers, the thick stench of what you will remember as honey. you are art. outside the galleries and stranger’s eyes more intimate than hands for a shake or between your legs. you are the soft fur of the wolf behind bars. watch your sheep bones pale in the moonlight. but don’t kill your beasts the way you kill your loves.
can i eat enough words to be a weight you want to carry;
i torch my hair to resemble the women in your town but the scent is too sweet to be gasoline, tears, a tremor; there’s no map to my heart.
my mother calls me to ask about the rain, i count my toes and tell her i haven’t felt hurt in a while. there’s nothing left beneath the aching.
if you spray hair lacquer into the light in my hands will you forget about the scars the water left around my ankles when i become a cloud of fire; do you think the brand marks you leave on my neck tell others to go when i don’t want to be alone and what good of us if we’re both lonely.
you know i’m not missing in the parts of my body you’d like to bury yourself in.
you know i am too full to be your empty.
i wake with a mouth full of sand and a gas station receipt: schnaps for 3 and a half bubblegum dreams sticking to your sneaker, and it says i paid for your cigarettes. poor you.
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