Etre de Beaute

Break open the eyes
marbles
COLORS
will
keep you alive.
Green Leaves
Burn
The Words In my
Throat
Spilling blue
Snakes
From my
kaleidoscopic
eyes
Smoke
keeps the
confetti
hazy
when bumble bees
crawl up my thighs
at night.
The stars are still
stuck in my bones
Grind them
away into stardust
so that they
can rain back into
the ocean
is calling me
but I need
forgiveness
before the
cigarette goes
out
And the purple
Tarantulas
find their way
home.