She has the cracks and holes
of the forgotten God
She has the smell of all
the flowers that have burnt
And in her smile the angels dance in agony
Her teeth, skeletons inside
suicidal lips
And from her broken sex
She bleeds
The sweetest drops of pain
Stitching her heart
with her veins
Testimony of your world's
inutility
In her blood your creation drowns
Like a red cell's fatal count-down
Reflecting anemic memories
A virgin mirroring your dreams
And you're just an impotent God
For this Queen of Broken Hearts
She just waits the final day
She just wants this game to end
by Lucy Phermann.
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