I'm incarcerated in my own brain.
My guard is a monster from a shattered fairytale.
He holds a sawed-off shotgun and the monsters
that crawl out of his skull breathe fire
and burn my memories away -
memories of a girl with spun-gold hair
and deep as Eden eyes.
(The serpent is so kind to me)A girl with an ivy violin voice and
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