cedars sinai

Cellophane among the blood
A surgeon
Without the necessary tools
Without haunts me
Eternal phantoms with human eyes
Touch me
I am the healer
However desolate
lying in wait
To catch that rare phenomenon
Of fingers not my own
Dipped in lapis black salt
Trembling
Soft spectres
Angels with sharpened teeth
I fail to recognize
The death of a pearl
Scraped and burned

Cold and cut apart
Your mouth tastes
Of the garden

And bitter my tongue
Is bound in her name
Tenderness takes the place
Of fragile yearning
Body crushed under several chandeliers
All colors splayed upon
Sweet flesh

I was nervous to meet you



Credits
Writer(s): Laure Mcfather
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