If You Did

my feet are playdough

you carve my toes into a rose

something to brighten the dark wooden dresser

in your bland bedroom

i found my heels on the snowman in your backyard

did you run out of buttons to give it eyes!

my right arm is now a twisted twizzler mouth

stamped into pure snow;

did you paint my flesh with the blood that ran between my legs?

i didn’t know brittle bones can bend

but anything for you, i guess

will you please stop dancing

in the ballrooms of my brain

i’m so tired of watching you slide across the parquet

while i’m busy grappling with a half-baked memory

in my bleeding brain

did you make glitter

out of my tears

and bottle my cries

to use as a laughing bag

on your saddest nights

did the sparkly polish

on the tips of my fingers

taint the darkness of your greed

and did my tinkling laughter

awaken the deadness of your soul

maybe if it did

you wouldn’t have done what you did

if you did