tainted air

*

the pulse points of
the throat
crave the dull song
the low tapping drum

breath tease

my eyes open and close
a broken doll
arms up, mouth open wide
sunday dress askew

pull me up lover
my faux heart falters
you've never swung so deep
inside my earth

all my life
has led to this
smooth ride
on a runaway train


I am not a victim
I'm the meth you need
and the forgiveness you will
never receive

you think to shatter my mold
instead

I will wear your bones as a
small crown
poished and shiny
on my radiant head.

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