Chapter 11
i will not wake
dirty gold
I will not wake
even if your screams
bleed into my dreams
even if my scars embolden
like newspaper headlines.
They'll be shut for so long
you'll forget I ever had them.
I am broken porcelain
on a black beach
do not try to patch me up
with duct tape and glue
Let me lie low in this darkness
At least, the monsters
here are ugly
but they know how to love.