I remember her asking for weakness
For columns of men to punish her weight
Label her twig
Pencil
Straw
Something easily broken in a hand
Just as long as she was in a hand
I remember her begging for scars
Pining for kisses that taste sawtooth
Neck perforated for the right lips
When she was deprived of the serrated
Of the jagged
Knives replaced lips
And neck became wrist
With the same perforated line
I remember her searching for tough love
Paper plane seeking cinderblock runway
Must be willing to devour wings before landing
Must bury under scores of twigs and pencils and straws
Funeral not required but if possible
Open casket with sawtooth lips
And knives
And a perforated line to match
About the Creator
Daniel Brown
26, aspiring author/screenwriter/songwriter etc, born east coast, moved west, returned east for a bit, I eat, sleep and breathe writing even if it isn't written down, hopefully I can do it for a living one day
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