nenia

it's cold and black
where there is supposed to be a heart
i always look back
through the hallways
the bedsheets
as i'm scraping the sand from between my toes
i wonder
where did all the pieces of me go

your fingerprints tattooed beneath my skin
my marrow is grey from your disease
i have cuts on my knees
and bruises on my thighs
tooth and nail
you're tearing me apart

i have pictures underneath my eyelids
each time i close my eyes
images flash
blink blink blink
too much to see
i can't think
blink blink blink
it's making me sick

holding myself together
i'm a walking sewing kit
a walking mass of stitches
is my life
what's left of it
pins and needles
staples and thread
a patchwork plastic doll
i am nothing but a broken toy
now
that's all

cracked porcelain pale skin
blood red nails and lips
cobwebs in my hair
amputated arms and legs
dirty dollie graveyard
where all the pretty girls
make their graves early
sing sing
me a death song
my precious eulogy
won't you come with me
and sing me that sweet song
that sweet song
my nenia