PIEL DE MIEL

armored

and i'll
cry BLOOD
before you break my bones
and dust them onto your tongue
you can't claim the victory
because you haven't held your fists up high enough
you haven't bitten your skin off
you need to
TEAR
my skin from my bones
grind your jaw against your temple
to feel the pounding beneath your head
it's me, i'm knocking on your door
and breaking down the walls behind your eyes
you need to SPIT blood
from your tongue and onto my hips
and only then
will you wear the crown
the bloodied n gilded ruby
you can inject it onto your teeth
and bite on diamonds
to prepare you for what my skin will feel like.