Letter 03: Your Parents

To You,

I offer you my palms cupped in a pool of light,

where twilight stars burn a hole in my heart.

Stars aren't meant to be held by these hands

cracked,

with peeling porcelain mistakes i'm sorry, 

drowning in tempted desires and unseen intentions

just another forgotten/hidden/broken/thiswilldo ornament

lavished with lacquer "how beautiful!" and gold leaf

ever so silent, smiling, with tired eyes

telling you how much I love you

(and the pain you've given me)

Love,

your ornamental daughter