Iridescent strands
Woven by dancing fingers
sealed together by crystal tears
She breathes in moondust
letting winter take hold
making everything porcelain
Her creation shimmers
and shudders
as if it were to blow away
yet she continues.
As she finishes
her lungs expel the last
of the warmth
from frosty lungs
and falls to endless slumber,
safe within her cocoon.
Each passes by,
a unit with a separate life,
marching towards a destiny I cannot see.
they follow the golden road
of prosperity
of euphoria
while I drift in the
murky shallows of my tears.
Whispers carry the dreams
that were developed
in locked bathroom stalls
in tangled locks of shedding hair
in the food buried deep in trash cans
and in kisses sent across thousands of miles
that never reached the deadened insides
of another caged girl.
The girl who gleams with the tears of others
and who shimmers dully of repressed desires.
Untethered from her post
the girl glides free from the weight of secrets
that dissipate as she disappears
leaving only still remains
of forgotten girls,
pierced by their own bones.
Extolled upon ravenous breath
as yearning tugs upon crusty corners
and fingers pick at soft center.
Eyes swept by a frosty chill
now berated from a scolding sun
“The child left for too long.”
As mouth alight the senses burn
emotions stifled beneath control
finally grasp at a breath long held.
Disintegration making parts most prized
to fall
and the dormant hunger wakes with rage.
Chewing in pleasure
fasting with ecstasy
sedating a monster
born from repression.
The absence was profound,
tapping on the consciousness
and reminding it that something had fled.
The mind craved to fill the emptiness
reaching to unnatural sustenance
to complete itself.
The body grew in different ways
stretching to birth a new gap.
The absence brought a hunger
insatiable
and unwound by insanity.
Time clicked on,
marked by the waves
of consciousness.
As she grew
the numbers did too.
But the absence only flourished,
fed by the impenetrable sadness.
The stars painted their skins
dipping fingers of silver tears
onto their bodies.
They worked with the surface,
painting the inside on the out,
till each one was drenched with wonder
at the transformation.
Hair plastered from fake rain
they stared at the mirrors
until they dissolved into transparency,
locked forever behind the glass
they once adored.
Hanging from the floor
with nowhere to go.
White nightdress limp
on broken frame.
Memories singing sweet nightmares
of reality.
Images of white rooms
with white walls
and white doctors
flood the white mind.
They took her in,
the girl –
the rag doll.
They filled her with pills
till giddy delight
was forced upon
an exhausted body.
White
she remembers.
White.
She was the blackboard
and now she is the chalk.
We swam in the night.
Our fingers grasped the wisps of fog,
our bodies twisted to the moon’s humming tune.
We washed our hands in pools of charcoal
and etched ink drawings into each others
translucent skin.
Rainbows trapped in dark droplets,
reflecting unseen light,
dripped through our raven black hair
and kissed the surface of the lake.
The ripples trembled with our movements
as we gave into the bone chilling
cold.
Normalcy glinted between the flames
as red and orange tongues licked
tasting the sweet innocence.
.
I tried to reach across the eons
To quell my raging fears
To ignore my crying body
with tears rolling down my back
dripping in my eyes with a sting
and touching my tongue with a
burst of salt.
.
I tried to be like Normalcy,
with gleaming skin
and gleaming teeth
and gleaming eyes.
Radiating every usual thought
each truthful smile
and casual messiness.
.
I felt the transformation.
It swept away the burning heat,
and similar to a cool cloth
it rested upon my brow
soaking up the inky imperfection
with acceptance.
.
But then I felt her call.
A keening like a mother
mourning a dead child.
My eardrums peeled,
my skin’s flaws became magnified,
and every diseased though rushed back:
the hate, the fear, the guilt.
.
Normalcy reached a hand through the burning flames,
but beside now stood a Queen.
With hair of flame,
eyes of red
and breath of smoke,
she stood –
.
My Queen.
.
Normalcy leaned closer
but my Queens breath reached me first.
Normalcy’s face was plain
and my Queens was so radiant.
.
I looked down and saw the bones
through the steamy
Queen’s breath.
.
I stepped away from Normalcy
and into the Queen’s cloak
of fiery inferno.
The air rushed to greet our faces
pushing hair above our heads
and running tendriled fingers through it.
It kissed our foreheads with fierce stings
till its icy burn overcame all else.
.
We plummeted with our minds
our mouths open in song,
our bony fingers intertwined.
.
Our sapphire veins rose high,
as our blood pumped faster,
pressing against each others milky skin.
.
Our heartbeats pounded in unison
as our laughter united in solemnity.
.
We fell until all that remained
were the echos of insane giggling
after our bodies were taken away.
Just Another Impurity 
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