I must please and sway with glitter and glass as it rains from swaying silvered broken chandeliers.
as wires of French gray revolt out of their throats every chord and melody spelling, I want you.
burnt wires chipping away at the walls wriggling their way through like leeches through an abandoned shoe.
Nowhere to hide, no doors I can lock, no walls that cannot be wyrmed through as it speaks with the smell of rotten pioneers.
talking and talking and talk talk talk waving their flailing maw like a broken apple in an autumn view.
And it grabs and contorts me as if I was a doll layers its teeth on my neck like wedding cake tiers.
saying that I belong to it otherwise is to be spoiled rotten and its glancing ears shake as it nears.
A lemon for a heart self-centered because I'm not licking its teeth and oozing him sugary goo.
laid out on carpet as it cries and cries that I don't love it and crying out that I deserve punishment and legs of bamboo.
grabbing my legs and slicing my toes of like carrots and shearing the heels of my feet off to be threw.
leaving me on the ground can't walk away can't vision just made of owls and doves I honestly can't see what its started to brew.
my feet cut up and my eyes plucked and this point all I am is his meal now just an apple financier.
rotten with a selfish heart just wanting to say no but no not deserving just the blubber remains of a specsioneer.
its rattled teeth hang over me again like a baby's rattle and as they ebb with a yellow of a deciampere.
how much it loves me and how bad of a person I am for not returning his love as tainted souvenir.
Instead, I watch the chandeliers as my thoughts lay of every silver tear and my slumber on crumbling atmosphere.
leaving my legless body to live amongst the cracking jewels as his heart twists through my throat like a corkscrew.
even the showing light does not dissuade it cutting through my mouth gagging it with disvalue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem