House of Silk, House of Stone

In this house of silk and lace
I am not lonely
I am not angry
Windows are my face
My mother is with me
My sisters are smiling
And laid out before me
I see my bride
Leather on my feet
Satin fingers gently holding
My softest places
Unwrapping them sweetly
Like petals unfolding at night
In this house of sand and stone
I am alone. I am alone
Curtains drawn and tied in place
I am peeking through windows
My mother is empty
My sisters are hungry
And my bride has never been born
Leather on my feet
Wooden fingers trying to keep me
Scratching the wounds of my body
Weaving wool all around me
Keeping me safely outside