Destroy Me Gently
Fry my brain in a skillet and serve it to me for breakfast
Chop off my limbs and corsage them to my breast
Tan my skin and make me into a jacket
Call me expensive
Follow me nowhere
Scars on skin indicate landmarks
For what am I but a map to getting lost?
For what are you but a traveler adopting my baggage?
I gargle razor blades as I speak
You tell fortunes in your sleep
Take me to the stake
Hang me like a Babylonic garden
For when I cry my tears will turn to fruit
God has yet to forbid my wisdom
Published at Scarlet Leaf Review and Thought Catalog