Published in Lot's Wife, June 2020
I will hold you down
and carve letters into your skin
branding you
with my poetry
watching its meaning
seep into your body
feeling my words
poison your blood
hearing your veins
beat out of tempo
laughing as they burst
tearing open your liver
consuming your lungs
consonants and vowels
dancing on your bones
singing down your throat
suffocating you
stripping you naked
exposing you
grinding you down
into the absence that I crave.
I want nothingness to hold me.
crawling next to your ruins
I’ll blanket myself
with severed limbs and torn flesh
warmed
in the pools of your blood
melting into your body
becoming one
I will find your lips
amongst organs and entrails
kissing them lightly
telling them
everything will be okay
and I will hold you
until your body rots
and blood congeals
and I feel the words
once poems and meanings
turn to ashes
the scattered remains
of hands that were mine.
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