Throat chewed outdisplayed in light of day sugar crystals groundinto split lip from the beatingI’ve been blessed with.Always the favorite,I’m punished as reward because sweetness dripsfrom my wounded heartacting as insulation to comfort a cold body.My bruised arms coverthe little boy’s painhidden in plain sight.It lurks behindhis grown man eyes. It bores black holesstraight through the wreck ofContinue reading “My Body Is A Temple”
Carmilla Dawn 