I want to smother you until you can no longer breathe. I want to squeeze on your neck until your bones crumble and turn to dust and your blood begins to leak from the punctures in your neck.
Drips
slowly,
as your life drains from your eyes and their gaze freezes, locked mid stare your cheeks go hollow and your palms cold.
I want you empty and bruised, like the heart you keep locked away.
But every night we make peace when you let me rest, so by day I'll preserve flowers instead.













