Scar Death Magic

The rift in the Black Eye bled out like a dry cancer
scorched & incurable
dire flaming terminal heart
She said,
"Don't you ever wish you could see the sun?"
But I've been asleep for the course of an ashen, scarred alien war
and my eyes are absent from their wounded sockets
My skin was left far behind
with the rest of the soulless midwives tasting torched fervor
My teeth feel weird
and I can't forget the magic of her naked pulp
watching the birth of a lucky star moon craze
"Silly Electric Girl,
my tongue was ripped out long ago
before the wax dripped onto the shore
and my bleached freckles sang their seedy velvet tune
before I was kicked out of the morning's manger
for beseeching a chlorine king of willow gloaming spirits
and I don't remember
what it's like
to step on broken glass."