innocence

you thought i was

tattered lace and

wilted flowers,

an easy fix of

stitches and sun

but i will take

the needle and

leave you the thread

to reopen wounds,

i will blister

my hands

to grasp the sun

and blind you

so you never think my

tattered lace and

wilted flowers

are an easy fix of

stitches and sun,

so you never think my

open wounds and

blistered hands

are the sinless scars of

purity and love,

so you always know i'm

a monster

in tattered lace, and

i will eat, i will eat

your tender heart.