Your glitter stars cascaded jagged tears

Adoles
Dear devil wings boy,


Once you promised me we'd go flying- and your finger tip pin feathers would trace geometric patterns into my  veins.

You promised me that kisses as meaningless as the half words written on my window pane, would become a lithium for the rainbows in indigo and storm sky, shades staining the bags beneath my eyes.

I ran from your outstretched butterfly arms, whose vise like fingernails were spiked with fatal attraction- as my lungs were polarised toward you, my feet just started running.

Also- though my lips will never whisper the symbols we call words into spring garden pillows- I was afraid that the minute you took off while you were holding me we'd just sink to the ground.

Your wings brittle with carvings of neglect and loner infections would sag with my weight- as I ran to the bathroom my eyes scratched reflecting freckles in the mirror glass, as I saw that I was too heavy to fly.

Eyelids staining mascara eyelashes- I sat under the sink with the spiderweb pipes and prepared to whittle my bones away and whiter away my sinew- so one day I wouldn't need your wings to carry me.






Yours truly


Girl who you stained with broken lyrics