open your eyes, dead girl

there is only room for a bitter woman in this world. / if your words are too soft / if your hand is too forthcoming / you can only invite the worst of men into your body. / a burned down temple / a grieving apple tree in the midst of a winter, that is what you're bound to become. / men, they burn things down. / with their heavy breaths and even heavier hands, you feel tornados circle around you; words like lightning, flashes of death before your eyes. / yes, that is you on the floor / yes, that is you, your heart is no longer working and the only person you can depend on has his eyes rolled into the back of his head wondering how long it'll be before you die. / or for him to kill you. / something is wrong and you can't see it yet.

— OPEN YOUR EYES, DEAD GIRL [ alternatively titled a burned down temple ]