Lovely Anguish

Oh, how my skin stretches in anguish.
Lovely anguish was never seen nor felt before.

Eve’s beautiful mouth
that tasted sweet fruit
did not stretch enough
to receive the sin
that I have received.

Blossoms on maples
bleed from their tips
so generously-so naturally.

And yet, I cannot bleed beautifully.

My anguish of my bones and brain
are hidden by every hair on my soul garment.

My tears trail tenderly within my mind
and drown the depths of my breath.

While, my skin bends in anguish
around only my broken skull and strained heart.