heart felt blunt words
a splinter of flame
hanging out of your pupils
sending electric pulses through my body
like a piece of gravity weighting on my bones
pressing the tips of my fingers
egging me to burn it
until the grass catches fire
and the ashes
and the embers
are but a fragment of the fire
worthless char for the worms to eat
the earth will become fertile
with the flames you passed
the grass blooming into bed of meadows
my heart in my stomach at the thought
I have dead and stale insides
liver rotting from
too much drink
my blood is black clotting
circulation has ceased
my lungs collapsed from the smoke
breath rings out in
broken gasps laughing at the
sick joke
my glorious pussy
it keeps me going
the lines of fertility and sex
my sparkling symbol of femininity
my pink palace of
life or death
the punch line got lost in
falsehoods and pride
I want to press my sticky fingers
consensually inside
until they stop laughing and
realize
the girls are getting sick
realize
there is no one to blame
if they keep passing left
it will eventually come back
I burn a deep rich green
Peeling into 21
I wear black
I want to feel it all
I bloom pink and soft
Later flowers are the most driven and solid
Thick hearty petals and stacked plant flesh
Afraid to be sexual?
“I think I’ve faked more orgasms than I have had”
I burn a dark luxurious red
Let the flowers open
Ask Or demand
Burn the colours you need to be
Starrfishing 