A Thousand Stitches Poem by Nathaniel Colbert

In the dim pools of light i saw your eyes floating with disembodied thoughts and shadows.
Gods prayed to know, and i would die to see now what i knew then.
Could have flipped the veil, and gazed on a thousand stitches and angel corpses embedded in her porcelain flesh.
But ignorance is bliss, and bliss is beauty, and beauty is enthralling.
I'm still not sure whose blood it was that trailled up from the guillotine and to the altar.