Monday, January 24, 2011

you said.
Don't come any closer
to this bloody corpse
this empty vessel leaking sinew and disgrace
upon your once shining floor.
I'll feed you my memories, give you that time.
Remember: how it was that night.
When my fingers were nubs
that held onto damp bricks
when I heaved the excesses of my guts
into that shimmering street.
With lights
that made me a shadow,
so you can hardly see me now.
I'm a creature,
who leeches light from you.
So my eyes can open and stamp you as my own
and make you suffer
for all I have done.