childish innocence
scorched onto a dead face
a spot of blood and a scab in my stomach
pink floral chest cavity
my little angel bleeds
fragility in butterfly hearts
and the names we burned
it's splitting my veins
thrumming in my jaw
heavy lullabies and set red eyes
stiffness and coldness
tissue and flesh rotting in my little angel
YOU ARE READING
pink bath.
Poetrymother war, please let us be poor; selfish for love, and boyish for porn. [Poetry #43] [2015-16]
