sacrosanct rending
the teacup crushed
in my larynx
the crumbled ice cream cone
we feel this
the petals of an unripe rose
peeled away
the naked dew burns
in the sun
salt slathered on burns
awake
lungs awake with each new breath
each new breath a sail of bees
but breathing
till the bleed stops
the flesh folds
back on to bones
blades of my prayers
wiped clean of my blood
blessings bestowed
like blood on rainslick tar
coal crumbled like ice cream cones
darken my eyes
kohl

my crown is heavy
but my neck is strong

my lips are red
my wine is deep
and my honey
as dark and thick
midnight marmalade
the pots ride
on brown coils
piled on my head

porcelain breaks
i never brake
i suck the sour of the mandrake

the gauze of my dreams
mists around their silhouettes
shadows swallowing their howls in silence

i wake up with purple crescents in my palms
i palm my brow
forefinger curving around my throat
the soundest sweetest sleep