That empty clanging corridor is home.
Do I dream of my skin dripping
red and black like a velvet rose-
Even more fragrant than that!
Do you know the glory of my pain?
In the morning before anyone wakes
I sing songs more bright
A melody about breaking like a leaf
and he whose booted foot dares
make me bleed is
he whose name I painstakingly hold
under my tongue for eternity.
I am sick but make me well
quell my angry hollow bones by
ripping them, my lover.
Quiet this myopic tune of lovesick housewife-
Strange man put me under your knife
and grip my throat til the song goes silent.
Lay your golden fingertips beneath
my cage of bone.
Do not hesitate,
I will burst into the brightest flame,
forget my name and eat your offerings
Like kindling and chilled night air.