her bones

She held the fire of a thousand frustrated suns in both her eyes, irises opening and closing again like butterflies and I am still as I watch her because her lifeforms are too much for me

She is the swelling pregnancy of fire between her fingertips, ash dispensed from broken lungs

She is flame crushed beneath a dying humanity and I crave to know the way her skin aches to release the taut elasticity inside of her

She is falseness stretched to cover her like sheets and I breathe quietly in the moments I can hear her speak

She speaks of skin like it is the very stuff that cages her body and I pray for the light that breeds inside her bones

Her bones are so beautiful in their cracking fragility and I know she wakes empty and aching

A dull sensation insatiable in its honesty and I see she's on her knees

I see her knees they're bleeding now and still I find her so very hurtfully beautiful

I see her skin paper thin like butterfly wings

Fingerprints tattooed as if someone tried to finger paint across her canyons and

I am breathless underneath her beauty

It is far too heavy and I am far too tired to sleep my darling

But maybe I can find vacant relief in the way your bones crave to release you