Poem By Miss Fairytale
I would like a dress made of your skin
A speckled garment to wrap myself in
Threaded together with strands of your hair
And preciously beaded with tears.
If I could, I would craft a ring
From the shapes your saliva makes when you sing
A band of mortality snug on my finger
The personification of life.
If you would like a cloak of my skin
An anemic garment to swathe yourself in
I'll rip off my flesh and stitch it with sinew
Dye the pale red with my blood.
If you wish, I will fashion a string
of teeth to adorn your neck
A jagged accessory cracked, filled and stained
Unembellished, strung on veins.
December 2005 - April 2006