I tried to crawl away from loving you
because I am a fruitless tree, freezing winter winds and acid baths wrapped in canvas
my skin rough and scaled
and loving me comes with consequences
you are a lamb
and each night by starlight you stumble gently beside me
I take you behind the shed
I kiss your broken bones
and put a bullet through your skull
such tenderness
such trust
such compelling wreckage
seeing you lay there lifeless
waiting to be resurrected by daylight
and think quietly to myself about the pain you put yourself through
to keep me docile
but there’s nothing docile about a headshot
brain matter and wet grass squished between my toes
but I never leave your side
I sit cross legged beside the carnage and watch
a dog guarding your corpse
If anyone comes near you I will rip flesh and blood from their stomach
leaving a gaping hole with no means to fill
I know I did this to you myself
but I would have split myself open and given myself to you if only you had asked









