“Joan of Arc”

dirty hands, this chapel is closed

indefinite flesh prison/hatred

a blood moon – eclipse

I must have been an angel in the beginning

a raped viking vessel

try me, fucker, try my eyes

like lies and liars and sinners

I must have given myself to the flame

scarlet ink, gunpowder, hitched skirts,

string me up on your bloody bleeding cross

your finger to my lips

how do they taste

the wind laced/poison breath

the harbor reminds me of death

“Corsets: Part Two”

binding history

a ghost in the fog

golden fruit

broken spinal

columns

of a war

a war of

blood and thorns

born of a war

lead paint

lead blade

lead pencil

black vines

of obsidian

made of war

orange sparrow

stuck to her

a war partridge

a partridge of war

rivers running

red rivers

made of battles

chaos rising

a ghost in the fog

binding history

a war of wounds

smudged bodies

the all-seeing eye