Love Letters Of A Beast
You have everything that hasnt fractured me already.
You have the pieces that I can spare, those misshapen, deformed things
that I cast aside and you picked up, unafraid, even as I screamed at you not to,
even as I begged you not too.
Now you know too much.
You know me too well.
So I had to do it and you had to touch me, one final time, didnt you, just to
make me feel again that final time as I stole your light and bundled it into
the empty thing of rattling bones and snapping teet