greenhouse girl

nerves of glass
splintered in my body
reaching outwards
to make feral contact
with their perpetrator
they cut me as they pass

bleeding from the inside out
i have been this before
i have known the exquisite pain
from too much love
too much world
weighed down upon me
until I become immovable

but I have ripped it off
stripped layers
from me so I can look
steadily out again
from vestibules of fleshy trauma
terror a withheld snipper

my wet womb wood
grows in celebration
of this fresh hell’s paradise
crystalline upon the floor

the loss is something awful

(i catch a laugh
run hot along my windpipes
before I cry glass tears

radiant your skeleton shimmers
a beggar’s wink in servitude)




  • by Lydia Jane Bennett