I really enjoyed this poem. It has a certain allure to it, but I am not quite sure what it was. I am not sure what you are trying to communicate, but that just keeps me coming back to read it again and again. Great job!

I like this a lot... I'm not sure exactly what it's supposed to mean, but for some reason I feel as if I can relate to it.

It's girls like you who blow up the china. / Who will walk the world with slivered blossoms on their skin.

That one line struck me as beautiful; the other ones are, too, but this one for some reason caught my eye. I can see it so clearly, yet I have no idea what it looks like.

And even the words that don't fit in with everything else look nice. I would like to tell you something to help you fix it, but I don't really think it needs to be fixed. I like it just as it is.

Good job and keep writing!

I cannot figure out whether this is an accusation, a lament, or a celebration. But I like that I cannot figure it out. At first I thought it was angry and in a hostile way, a look into the sentiment that stews and eventually bubbles up from beneath skin. But reading it again, I can see how it could be celebrating this danger. Hmm. It makes me think. I like that it isn't too clear-cut. And the last phrase is lovely. Good job.