where he molded blades of bone in my back,
holding, pushing, sculpting,
tearing my marble skin with a chisel
welded from idolatry and childhood insecurities;
he was deaf to my screams,
to the ripping of bloody flesh and the
last, gurgling cries of vocal chords drowning
in bone shards and ragged breaths--
he’d plugged his ears with a manic mantra,
a declaration of undying love that I could
only hope would kill me soon,
and love blinded his eyes
as he carved me into an angel
I never wanted to be.
Spoiler
Okay, to be perfectly honest, I love this. NOT the poem. Not the actual writing, but the concept itself-- and I feel like it deserves a better piece, because the concepts that I have in my head are ones that I really like... I just can't get it on the paper correctly. :/
Also, should I add more onto it?
Anyways- any and all CC would be welcomed with open arms.
Also, should I add more onto it?
Anyways- any and all CC would be welcomed with open arms.
Thanks for reading!
-Coral-
