I found a cemetery
Stoker and I walked
My hurting hips
it had been too long
since I did a favor for anyone
I made myself pretty today,
as nice as I can be,
in your favorite mask, my dear,
so that you’ll let me leave.
The skin I stretched is dewy fresh
The clips all match my dress
I know you want my back exposed
and that you’ll be impressed
I’ve woven this with warp of flesh
And wefts just like your brother.
His tendons feel like luxury
You’ll never want another. 🙂
I’ll coruscate for you, if you want me to; I know you’ve been lonely in lightless liminality so long. When my spine bends the body twists and light travels where your fingers once wanted to go. I’ll coruscate. You’ll watch. We’ll stand apart, separated by photons and a few breaths and beads. When the light comes in, I’ll shine it your way, if you promise to look. Lift your head up and open your eyes until you see.