Open silk,

Curious hands,

Loud fans blaring their purpose,

But where is mine,

I am no longer fine.

Calloused hands, too grown,

Through my hair,

You sit on your own petostulled throne,

What do I get if I join you?

A thousand jewels,

Like my eyes you say,

An extra present on my fifth birthday.

Party hats and new pet cats,

My, my, my,

Who wouldn’t love that?

And my skin you wore,

I’m bare and open,

Garnished lace,

But still,

An open plate, that’s cracked?

And a mountain breeze,

Atop the trees,

What a view,

You can see what others like you

Have never seen,

A haunted labyrinth,

Out for blood as the monsters

Ate my heart,

Fair start?

As the darkness, the mold,

Toxic hold,

I am cold.