Dec 4, 2014
blessed would i be for you to cleave my flesh, split my collar like a wishbone. we could dye stainless steel the color of wildflowers. for you to scar me with the sting of your lashes when they flutter like feathers across my cheeks — pull my gold from its roots, sap my veins dry, curse me with eternal winter. leave me like tantalus, stretching for your sugared skin, bowing for a taste of your tears. sob me a mouthful, salt my pleading tongue, frost my throat with sand. leave me here for the vultures.
aspiration ( r.l. )