In loving they wore me like a dress
cheaply acquired and woven on unpaid labor,
realized it was too big to fit their ego,
sold it off second hand
for half the cost
although there wasn’t a scratch on it:
just a couple of loose threads,
torn by sleepless nights,
a neckline too wide, made for people without anatomy,
and a tasteless print, a tell-tale mouth
that couldn’t be sewn shut.
I don’t want flowers to grow
from my body after I die
I only want the sour stench of away,
a sprinkle of ashes
so no hand can drag me to heaven
and if offered another chance,
saying stars don’t collide twice
and we had our time.
1. The trick is to burn
furious enough to let
your defiance touch people
without having it consume you.
2. You should always make
you’re doing this for them
like you looked god in the eye
and found him guilty
like you died at the stake to prove
them all wrong.
3. At the moment of death,
for the girls who will follow in
spitting out embers
in a world ready to burn
until the day evolution
makes our skin into stone.
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Naked in colors, I lay my head down
no eye wants to see empty
so I filled the blurred parts in
with a spectrum of futures;
some clean, some soiled, some stolen
some moving away, others creeping closer
none that involved you
some that didn’t involve me
and a haunting, bright as daylight
chasing my now, breathing down my neck
spelling out what no one said I’d become.
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Instead of testing my wings
I tried to evaluate my ability to fall.
Did you know that halos turns into horns
so that god can no longer grip them?
You do not always wake up
before hitting the ground.
Pain can be felt in any dream.
Dreams can be built from any hurt.
Descent may come by any hand.
Cut the rope before they have a chance
to let go.
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I cried my sight down the baptismal font
The devil got me a new pair of eyes
that pierced through every false friend
and thieving lover lost in the night
cleansed the shadows from the corners
and added beauty to my broken glass path
my reflection seems so much taller now
the world rendered in new shapes
my footsteps pointing forward instead
of the home I once knew
needing no one’s light to guide me
Where did you go, girlwolf?
I found your skin on the porch
still dripping, still smelling
Did you ever think of staying
where the world can’t touch you?
Too eager to be seen,
too wild to be kept silent.
Dance naked on their gazes.
Never eat from their hands again.