Member Poem

You thought I was
tattered lace and
wilted flowers,

an easy fix
of stitches and sun

but I will take
the needle and
leave you the thread

to reopen wounds,

I will blister
my hands
to grasp the sun

and blind you

so you never think my
tattered lace and
wilted flowers

are an easy fix
of stitches and sun,

so you never think my
open wounds and
blistered hands

are the sinless scars
of purity and love,

so you always know I'm
a monster
in tattered lace, and

I will eat, I will eat
your tender heart.