Her skull ruptured into growth,
strands thickly curling from crown to shoulder,
scaling along her spine like loose wires,
begging to be cut by the boys with
sleep paralysis for her beauty,
Her body tread lightly between the eyes of men,
hisses sprouting down her salted back,
arching into Eve’s mistakes -
each serpent sewing her sins
between skin and sundown.
Her name became absent,
leaving amorous scream to chime
the echoes through alleyways,
of the lost boys who will never know
how to dream again.
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