I Wanted to Discard Beauty

I burned tufts,
plumes, tough
onyx cotton
slicked to silk.

I let knots loc,
clipped buds,
revved ‘til I hit skin.
Corinthian sin.

I feel mighty everytime
black splinters grow thick.
I’m done trying to control
what snakes from my skull.


Besides, it was possible they’d revive.