May you never recover from the ways I ruin you,
and your head, always, stay ablaze from this harsh fairytale.
art by caitlin peck
I hope to kill you, so ferociously,
you return as a ghost,
And we always touch on the cusp of unfinished business.
And there -
Let me hold you down like a promise.
Let me tell you about the revv of an engine, on its way to hell,
the violent flickering of a pyre trying to ash a soul.
Here, I let you borrow my ribs,
here, you run your hand over my veins, ask me, about my apparent thirst.
I swallow my tongue, I sharpen my knife
I fall for you and get hacked into pieces.