eggshell daughter
still warm from the enemy
growing
despite her injuries
sustained while the summer's dirt was pressed into her knees

eggshell daughter
you can put your back on me
and rest 
your weight down on my spine
looking up at all the space taken up by the pines


write me fancy little notes
in the color ink of your choice
tell me what you could not say
i will read them in your cracking voice
spitting and licking like the fires around your bed


eggshell daughter
always ever so slowly
befriending the moths and the flies
crushed to learn her softest wound would be hunted and prized


eggshell daughter
pins in her mudslide hair
ankles
submerged in boiling sand
holding organs she hopes will fall out through when she stands


balancing the cutlery
digging nails into the table
while their heads flapping and limbs
lifting with invisible cables
climbing high above the roof that muffles her hideous prayers


and we are mutes in each others arms
only feeling where those cracks in your skin
moist with hate and saliva
tremble like the dickens
when it moves inside you


and if you keep kicking like that
mama's gonna have another one of them pretty little
dresses to stitch up
don't make me wake your sister
so lord help me
my belt still has two more notches


eggshell daughter
chewing her medicine
fingers
all bent in secret codes
watching father as he stumbles round and reloads


eggshell daughter
ride in cream polished cars
past churches and hospitals
with her legs closed tightly hands
folded in the middle
clenching muscles she swore would swell and burst right on through


and we are mutes in each others arms
only feeling where those cracks in your skin
moist with hate and saliva
tremble like the dickens
when it moves inside you


and if you keep kicking like that
mama's gonna have another one of them pretty little
dresses to stitch up
don't make me wake your sister
so lord help me
my belt still has two more notches


eggshell daughter
chasing pollen in fields
under clouds humming to you all day long
the distance and noises are gone
blades of grass glowing bronze
melting and lapping in the currents


and if you find yourself
too alive
drenched in tears
a never blinking eye
that could see all the beautiful space between the stars
too far to hide inside just yet
rest assured
eggshell daughter


and when your body ceases to move
next to me
finally
you will know what we were made for