ur sleeping on the couch

all your gods are teenage girls

i'd like to be soft like the clouds like pretty angel girls like pure porcelain dolls like kittens like pointe shoes i'd like to be soft like pale pink ribbon like fine hair like pink lips i'd like to be soft.

i'd like to be powerful like the clouds shaking with thunder like pretty angel girls infused with the fury of the heavens like the pure porcelain dolls shaped of cold cold cold dirt like the ferocity of a feline like the blood the broken bones shoved into pointe shoes. i'd like to be powerful like a double knotted ribbon like rupunzel's hair like lips that hold secrets i'd like to be powerful.

i would like to be 'gentle like a woman' but all your gods are teenage girls with ichor for blood and justice in their eyes i would like to be dainty but i will not stick flowers in the mouths of guns when they are pointed to my face i will not plant violets in hopes to end violence i will fight alongside those brave enough to step foot on the battlefield. i'm giving this porcelain a reason to shatter for.