I spent a long time wondering if I would be the
price that you chose to pay for your brand of...

If ever I had a soul, it was lost
in that moment where I sat there...

I envision myself in your eyes-
My translucent membrane acting as a buffer...

Amid the gales of
an exquisite madness...

I bask before the constantly
glowing embers of your love...

Fairytale endings are,
what's the word I'm looking for...

Teach me not to tremble when you touch me,
I am delicate as you deftly delve within me...

The walls seem thinner, loosening the hold of...
Emotionless paint surrounding all they see...

Our lips pressed close, I breathe in the
breath you have pushed from your chest...

I was never fond of roses anyway;
so pretentious in their beauty...

It took me awhile to swallow
you whole but once I could taste...

She stands before the mirror again,
her threaded seashell spine twisted...