Porcelain Boy

Porcelain boy, Hammer in fist, Building walls- Cracking, his face twists. So pretty, so alone. Storm cloud mind monsoons from his eyes "I am not worth it" he screams His concrete ribcage contains A monster of fire forged shame. This phase in life, Smoke is wrapping around his face Porcelain is hardening- Porcelain is stained. Repair, remind, revisit Heal, hell, high. No pain stains my lips When I scream your name Only honor To say it, to know it To love you. He tries. I know, he tries.