SKULLS&VINEGAR: firethorns

And something lurks within me, sharp like broken bulbs from a Christmas tree, bloated with a stinger like the hive’s queen bee and my weather is cast in shadow

Ashes inside instead of falling snowflakes, the monster never gives as much as it takes, bodies are missing, drag the lakes and I barely breathe anymore

Heartbreak gave me talons and six horns, eyes the color of Firethorns, a low and guttural growl that steadily warns and silver feathered wings

Eight inch nails for teeth, nothing but storms in the underneath, my altered humanity, I do bequeath to anyone who might want it

It cracked the moment I tasted flesh, in the forest of pine needle mesh, I couldn’t resist the smell of your blood, so fresh, I had to take you home

Because I’ve been less than human for so long, since the last time I heard my mother’s song, I see the people gathered in a throng and my mouth drips…

I am not like the other daughters, hands forming hearts like coupling otters, holding tightly against the tumultuous waters, I’m my own kind and I stand alone-

Remove the marrow from the bone, freeze it, turn it into a stemcell ice cream cone, howl at the moon, like the wolf, I am lone and the sky is a Soylent Green

And, oh, how I miss the actual snow, to sink into it in a fiery glow, I carry four broken hearts, I know, can you make one of them work…?

And at his cries, my pointed ears perk, I want to pull him to me, just grab his hand and jerk, instead I hide, just behind him, I lurk, because I can’t let him see me like this

Gone is the woman about whom he used to care, replaced with by a teething and dreamless nightmare, I want to capture him, take him, drag him back to my lair, but we can’t connect over a vacant and burnt orange stare

And, oh, how I simply long to hold him within my wings, just a whiff of his skin and my soul screamingly sings, but he loves humans, he doesn’t love THINGS and I am one, I’m a creature in between beings