Do you remember the night
you made me stay alone,
save wolves yet to be realized,
in the back of (y)our everything?
I was
so kindly
reminded today
of the space I felt
between us then.
Curtains of black and grey
billowing between dust
and dust
and dust.
I have no choice.
I’ll just
Standby
as I wait for you.
If only I could be so grossly incandescent.
Bubbling beneath my skin
at every mention
at every thought.
You don’t even know
the depths of hate
I feel.
Tell me again
all the things you hate about
the world,
and I can point them out
so close,
breathing on your skin.
you scrape the flesh above scars,
not expecting wounds to reopen.