my outcast angel

wrapped in black thorny vines embedded into your flesh

that swirls around your body, one with your blood and bone

your midnight feathers pierce through the darkness

of my self-mutilating solitude

you alone know all the notes to the symphony of my hurt

played in the key of D minor

my lipstick smudges look like blood

smeared upon your alabaster body

I yearn to touch the softness of your neck

with my lips and take your light into me

fully clothed, I still stand naked under your gaze