Stop,

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.