I must wear it like a chain around my neck

A bloody weight specially made of gossamer wings and naivety

For a split second I can see it
A tiny throne for a tiny king

Strong,

holding me upon a dirty bed

Strangers walk by with their stilted lies
throwing their red paint and holy words

A christening by those who curse

It must be hanging like a noose
This tightly woven cradle where tiny kings,
With tiny wings can slumber

For a split second I can feel it

(Tantalizing fingers glimmer, gently brushing remembering the need)

Remembering the greed
It didn’t take that long to bleed

As they tugged and pulled away my flesh
Cutting into my skin like a second dress

I remember it so clearly

Maybe that is why I wear it around my neck
This bloody weight specially made of
Gossamer wings and tenacity

Such a tiny throne for a unwanted king