#shameposts

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