cassandra by Auzin

silver web of scars

spiraling up her arms

i envy her pain,

knowing i was born wrong

all my old wounds are dark

brown on brown skin

if you cut me

it won’t ever look pretty

i force desire out of suffering,

squeezing fruit into sticky pulp

ignoring that my body

has its own enchantments

can you love me?

sometimes i see the future in my dreams