brownian motion

the fault lines move and the rock
caves in, landsliding
on a girl who can’t say no
laid bare, stone walls
push against the blood-slathered
white chalk of her ribs
against her thighs,
suffocating from the inside
her arms still outstretched
in some delusion she can handle more

the girl who saw one shiny stone
held out her arms and asked for more
dug too greedily and too deep, fingers
scraping clawing
until her nails bled
dyeing
the rocks vibrant red and through newly
rose-tinted quartz she doesn’t notice

pressure forges sapphires
from pale skin it presses
into such a lovely blue
translucent, light refracts
cleanly
i glow beautifully
emptily

of course i can help