You stopped dreaming me….

I was silver woofie

stalking life with enchanted

green eyes

through the bodies of the moments

spinning

sparkling through my lashes

dusky

spider web moments,

missing nothing,

drinking it all down,

the pain,

the passion,

the beauty and the ugliness,

colliding

until it all became a single song without judgment

or boundaries

beneath my paws through frosty snow

until the glass thorn fell out of your hands in front of me

and I stepped on its crystal sharpness

willingly

to take the ambrosia and poison of you into me,

mingling,

mingling through the days,

the months,

the year,

until it was pure mercury eating my bones up from the inside

You forgot that I put my life in your hands….

I gave you my hummingbird bones and the fragility of my ribs

etched

with every fine cut

of befores

for you to coat with an uncertain honey sweetness

at first

but then become heavy with such greedy flavors,

nectarine bittersweet spices

Turning my little life so topsy-turvy carousel splashed with wine,

drink,

drink,

inebriate yourself until the morning so as to justify tearing out my wings

under the sun because there is no one else for you to hate

Why did you bring me here on such fine threads of fairy tale allure,

wooden cabins all in a row,

gingerbread yummy people with porcelain hands

and foreheads so smooth from injections at the latest Botox party,

spinning honeycombs off wagging tongues

that spin around an encapsulated lifestyle full of privilege

and without a moment of clawing struggles

I hate this,

I adore this,

I hate you for f****** me over to such an extreme,

hate you for putting your hands inside my bones to take my sugar cookie

insides

and eating them all up,

leaving nothing behind but a bracelet for my Birthday;

you really,

really never tasted

what I am

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