Every Word You Speak

Slicing crossways,
until the burn spots melt,  

dripping

into molds for cinched razors,
knotted and tied beneath
the first layer of skin
makes a beautiful bracelet.

Perch yourself,  
above the fainting couch
it's stained damask fabric
has captured all your secrets
that lay hidden below the cellar.

Nails  
copulate with rusty floorboards
leaving decrement to slough off
thigh gap of a princess
who spreads tiny
liquid rubies that appear
as  inkblot memories

Harnessed
 thick leather, like the one
buckled to her waist
straps between skinny pigeon
toed  legs

Emollient

cools, the abrasion
Ears itch, from whispers trying
to spin their way out the
other side

 Cushioning temples that pound,  
compensating  for the beating
wings of too many wrens
that failed to lay eggs
before winter

Cold,
 too fuckin cold,  the sun wench
stingy with her warmth
 someone has cut out her tongue
She hangs barren,  icicles
 for eyelashes.

Burning oil pours from
 her mouth, into a makeshift
smudge pot that gurgle's
 like boiled over hell recording
 every word you speak.