Failed To Lay Eggs Before Winter

Every word you speak, slices  
crossways, burn spots melt
dripping into molds  
cinched razors knotted, tied  
beneath the first layer of skin  
makes for a beautiful bracelet.  
 
Perch yourself  
above the fainting couch
stained damask fabric captures all
 secrets that once lay hidden  
below the cellar.  
 
Nails copulate with rotten floorboards  
Emollient cools abrasion, ears itch
whispers try to spin  their way out
the  other side  
 
Cushioning temples that pound  
compensates for the beating wings  
of too many wrens  that failed
 to lay eggs before winter  
 
Cold,  too fuckin cold  
the sun wench  stingey with her warmth someone has cut out her tongue  
She hangs barren, icicles    
for eyelashes.  
 
Oil pours from  her mouth, into  
a makeshift smudge pot  that gurgle's
 like boiled over hell, recording  
every word you speak