“Corsets: Part One”

rib cages

leather threads


time cracking

cracking her

spine already


bound chest

leather health

buckled medicine

unlike vanity


wrought cages

rib cages

holes where

she should be

should be

straight and

narrow waist

bound chest

bound and binding

a contract with

herself with


doctor’s orders



Half God Half Devil

Your body stretches towards mine

ill flower

with roots as hands

but thorns growing on

the inside covered in sticky

red brine

born this way but

twisted into your own creation


I couldn’t help

but love

your throat covered in

the sins

you couldn’t save

I loved those too

your wrists awash in

good behavior

preached with

living torture

made with lines

drawn in the

sand of my favorite


made of you

misery marigold