emptymouthpiece

La belle fille sale

They saw dirt,
when I saw you.
They saw something loose,
crazy from the rafters down.
I saw something of my self,
around the eyes, maybe dsespoir.

A willingness,
to set the skin aflame,
and watch the ashes rise.
No wait, something else,
the need to crawl away from the inside.

They say dirt,
when I say your name.
They say you must be broken or burnt,
sewn in shame,
ripped stitches, gone insane.
I'll say that's just my game.