pyromaniac fires kindle me
from my pits of truth and purity
flesh pink abyss under lock and key
burning in the glow of your flame
i am scarred and scented
inked and touched and blessed
like a broken doll, fractured by a facade
and cursed by bottled beauty
my dirty eyes leak filth absorbed
to rust my jewelled dagger
at my waist, dug into my skin
i stab with lies and hate
and pierce the light
this is a voodoo ride
in the faith of the moon
and my love is made of paper and memories
not his touch, nor our damp mixing
i prise it from you like picking a scab
a healing incision through my vein, my pain
cutting through your adolescent speech
with my bladed tongue and flames
i am your morticia, your audrey
alice, tairrie, she-devil, baby, virgin mary
a child, a whore, a saint, a sinner
in deceptive packaging - your lie |
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