ruddy fingers on skin--
an experiment
in sexuality.
a wont to ascend and
she bends back;
her sharp ivory ribs cut through
her spun gold skin; and she sighs.
god gave her color
and god gave her form
but somewhere in there
she turned out horribly wrong.

A/N: i really am out of practice. i'm afraid my return is far less than lackluster.

pity.