ANGER
If it's what you truly want
I can wear her skin over mine.
Her hair over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap.
Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph, all three of us.
Immortalized
You...
I can wear her skin over mine.
Her hair over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap.
Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph, all three of us.
Immortalized
You...