cutout angels of paper mache
the sharp eyes lashing, like machete blades
dilate in the violet dim, violate and play my veins like a violin
i smile in silence
no i don't need your sympathy
i will never sing that symphony
the scented feeling of imagery
spines bent, align in symmetry
pure cane sugar coated salivas
foaming like the ocean, feeling this shyness
showered by science, devouring my sinus, deflowering my iris's
eye of the tigress
nitrous sky island burnt cypress
i chizzled our initials, inside it's lifeless bark
i feel righteous, home alone, where they told me not to try this
scared of the dark