Stronghold
By Tiegan D
You are white lace
in purple transparency.
You flow
like visible light
into striped pyjamas and pointe shoes,
and bloodshot mysteries
echo the war
between midnight and Hemingway.
You remember
the burden you shifted
into a different kind of heaviness.
You undress
my wedding dress
when you eat it, throw
it up and eat once more
with gusto.