Princess

Blade my grass

and stalk my flower.

Cut the vines

that climb my tower.

 

Skin to breathe

and lines to trace,

read my lips

but not my face.

 

Bare my cross,

oh won’t you, dear?

Scatter the splinters

far from here.

 

Bones beneath

a road mapped skin,

I’m far too gone

to let you in.

 

 

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