I gave birth to my own crown
one thorn at a time
carefully nailing each into my forehead
and perfectly arranged hair
stepping back from the mirror
to admire my handiwork
my new red pearls
before climbing onto my cross
of splinters
of glitter
of tiny white lights
and memories
I stretch my arms
to embrace the ghosts
to be beaten and whipped
until my skin fell away
and I was released
raw into the world
to wander
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