my crooked wings cannot fly
wrapped in white linen
their ridges rise like mountains
their feathers are beautiful and soft like harp strings

i will write letters inked with your name
but these letters are for me
and the birds that watch me in pity from the sky

do you love me?
will you hurt me?

i have not been scared for a long time
do you need fear to feel love?

leave me lonely i cannot fly
but you must
please

i was sitting in my garden very late at night
when i had vision of angel dressed in white
playing on her harp a lovely melody
with a lovely song that she sang to me

with her angel voice every note in tune
took my heart away as she began to croon
with her big halo shining all around
i sat there and listened to her angel sound

when she finished singing the angel flew away
to her home in heaven.  where all the angels stay
now when my time as come i know where i will be
up there with the angel that sang her song to me

my roots are growing in ashy
i can't stop looking at my acne scars

i taste everything good in me
and lick the sin off my fingers

but no one told me that loving myself
would be this exhausting

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.