She's just a sieve...

Heart and scars

stitched with the gold thread

of stars...

No lullabies here.

Just the gleam... 

A burning constellation

Contrast to the black vast nothing

Chasms...

Spasms...

Light made sound in the healing

Then left it that way

Cauterized...

Transparent paper thin skin

Heart beat so loud on the sleeve

It's visible...

Fragile looks beautiful to the knife.

Feathers soft to the wind.

Strength is wax and wane

Weak is joy in pain...

In day's bright

there's still half sight

The spider's lace holds...

Under the moon's ruin

every crack is wide 

and the lyrics fall through it.

Turns out she's just a sieve.