Anatomy of the Teenage Vanity Drawer

Poetry; Standalone

Thin slivers of weightless worlds dusted in forgotten wonder, 
Broken spines letting earth’s dead words slip out from under
Silk faces ripping against intruding indexes.

Dull teeth digging into one another, a naked jaw
Hungry in my palm while smooth, docile,
Wings command when the mouth can eat

One sharp tooth crescent above the sun, 
unblemished as the mouth it fell from,
Chained to a bitten star left dangling forever.

Dried-up souls compacted into my own novel of despair,
Hair clips to one another begging for connection as
Gravity leaves me strung up to this world like jewelry.