Beautiful Brutality

These stories escape and we began to see

a story of perspectives like rose-colored lips

whispering secrets.

My puzzle pieces form her skin like slivers of white charismatic flowers.

The rainbow colored pin of silver goes in and cuts the red exotic fabric.

Her body as lifeless and alive as a trunk spits red honey of apple cider.

Her mother watches but doesn’t notice, I sit in the

corner and watch like a hidden shadow. You see her

veins filled with a blue tint like blueberry pie.

Her wrists draped in white tunic lilies, and her body

indented like pale white starved crumpled paper machete

flowers of fuchsia

Her lips whisper smoke and her fingertips are like yellow

ribbons of hope like bright yellow canaries

while her nails are as bright as monarch butterflies

She is grabbed by hands of lust like divine ropes of beauty.

Her body a temple, enticed and misdeeds like a symphony of classical music.

Her throat cringes her hands shake,

a poison inside her belly blooming welted roses of ripped petals.

Food goes down then cannot breathe poisoning her pancreas, she’s given into starvation

while we're standing on both sides of the mirror

She is washed away through the ribbons of her razor sharp edges,

we both let go like we are stuck in a champagne glass of crystal divorce.

I listen, she reads, the angels wrists are clipped

with marigolds, letting it be known some are marked because they are ready to return home.

Like paper skin they begin to rip, I watch she is lost, in a cup of steam of black egos

My eyes are circled, she yawn’s a cry like a baby wolf.

A disease in my stomach, a rope of flowers

catching her fall like a bed of Pctober leaves, she falls as one.