Status Updates From Mourning Jewelry

SET THE WORLD ON FIRE 5*

These are such dark and disturbing poems.

" Yes, suffocation would be a blessing from a world where each breath I take reminds me that I'm alone. That the life I lived was a lie, and that the person that I loved was nothing more than a foul gust of air that moved through a hollow woman."

Feathers are amputated limbs that fall off bodies-- The split-ends of the corpse that I weave into my braid as I wave goodbye to the bald body I slaughtered for the sake of fashion

Their bones are around me, swaddled in last week's flesh, soaked and boiled in blood just the way I like it. I don't pretend that I belong here --but I eat men and torture hearts until they break, wait until they peel off their flesh to get away from my touch.