Badly fitted parts

a foot to twitch underneath
plastered sheets
doesn't fit frayed hips
of grayish bone

my shoulder blades are wings
which do no soar
and my jaw clenches with a pang,
leaving teeth and purple veins
to gather in the aftermath

the Queen of Ache stands tall
in ivory vertebrae and juicy marrow,
all glistening in shadowed pain,
all marvelous with paranoia seeping into the chorus
of fleshy fallen angels

I'm breaking apart like
the shallow and sickeningly frail
machine that I am

this spine is crumbling,
a tower made out of
dry sand
and smothered screams