tear my wounds, old and new
to find the vein of ashes i contain.
spill them on this page.
channel whatever thunderbolt it takes
to have me shaking with the rapture,
dancing above my earthly bonds
and gravity as my nightgown drips
with the extend of my levitation.
take the particular difficulties i face,
spike their dismembered heads
then mount them around the perimeter.
make me a cautionary tale.
any muse would choose me but
i want you with your wicked knowledge
and gothic inclinations.
...to be continued.
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