arms bent back over a glass coffin

hi i just wrote this in five minutes. it doesn't have much deeper meaning to it, or none intended, but it's inspired off of a story i'm writing :P

Silken hair curls around her face, 

a halo

of Mother Mary,

She glows.

Down the cascade of a

straight nose,

no air escapes.

It's held for her.

IN copper, in tubes, in pipes,

in in-out-in-out machinery.

She is a unicorn, lightning struck sevenfold,

something only divine mechanics can weld truthfully twice.

Thin lips, peach blossom, stretched

petals half-pursed open.

A smile reversed, an optical illusion.

What happens when you turn

Mother Mary inside out?

Dick Poncher possesses you.

You lay atop her,

breathe in her exhaust.

She passes

smog

from metal lips

into peachy pink trachea.

You are halfway towards death,

inching closer,

running to meet her from the other side of the glass.

Author's Note

i havent written a poem in forever and a day so i know it could be better, lol