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
as its own enchantments
can you love me?
sometimes i see the future in my dreams