Mail-order

woman wearing spaghetti strap maxi dress leaning on wall

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.

Cremation

grayscale photo of angel statue

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,

I’ll decline

saying stars don’t collide twice

and we had our time.

A witch’s guide for the next accused

woman in black dress standing in front of gray wall

1. The trick is to burn

with caution:

furious enough to let

your defiance touch people

without having it consume you.

2. You should always make

everyone think

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,

smile

for the girls who will follow in

your footsteps

spitting out embers

in a world ready to burn

until the day evolution

makes our skin into stone.

Charles Bonnet Syndrome

woman in white long sleeve shirt sitting on chair

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.

Absolution

woman in black tank top and black pants standing on gray wall

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.

Lucia

topless woman covered with smoke in black background

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

ever again.

Lycanthrope

Where did you go, girlwolf?

I found your skin on the porch

still dripping, still smelling

with captivity.

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.