Christine Ray gives a portrait of a dangerous woman.
Donned my
badass black dress
today
Mourning colors
for a softer
kinder
woman
I think I used to be
she’s fading away
curves lost to angles
all sharp elbows and knees
Thorns create a protective trellis
around the remaining delicate petals
of my peony heart
Invisible barbed quills sprout
from my death white skin
Keep a healthy distance
lest you prick your finger
on my spine
I will greedily drink
the drops of your oxygen rich blood
from my cupped hands
before you fall
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