Little Girl

I’m wearing my prettiest skirt,
with an abused heart on my sleeveless shirt;
I have nine bracelets on each wrist
to hide the nine scars on each fist,

but I’m not hiding anything with the purple circles coming through the palor of my flesh and the sins that leave trails down the smoothness of my legs to the torn hem of my clothing that screams of all the sidewalks I fell over on my way away from home to the umbra of my unending nightmares that still smear my eyes in obsidian clouds and smoky loss–

i wanted to look pretty for you

I’m showing my pearly white teeth,
wearing my shredded flower wreath;
I have my arms crossed over my chest
to cover the tear over my breast,

but it’s easy to uncover the hands imprinted on my fragile skin that tell the tale of so many intoxicated secrets that should have been left to paper walls and the lacking wonderment of ignorant ears who should have asked more questions and harboured better eyes that pryed into the lies of too much foundation and reasons to stay outside and play with wolves instead–

i just wanted to be your girl

I’m holding my slender little hands
to my face covered in red-soaked strands;
I have my eyes closed and ears shut
to wash away the venom in my gut,

but it won’t wash the dirt from my fingernails nor the look that should have been reserved for lovers and violence from my wanton innocence that cried and cried rivers of blood and scar tissue that would never again heal because to have this inside of anyone’s lungs is enough to suffocate the life from even the strongest of people and I was never all that strong anyway–

daddy’s little girl.

~Noct…………………