ever so agonizingly,
i whisper to the void
to ****** a single wish—
that is, to submit to being full...

use your pillow
as a veil,
the way a river
uses the soil.

and when the thrill
of being alone
subsided with the tides,
you will see...

you pulled me in
to a home, and yet i
feel no greater loneliness—

as if suffering in silence
is how i am supposed
to reside—

as if my payment for
shelter is that of
dried tears.

you gave me a promise
of no hurting alone,
and i broke that.

i should be left in the chill—
lose my toes and mind,
for i do not deserve your time

and so i break but i earned it
as you have
earned the pieces

though my blankets
touch me the same—
they will never be
as warm as you.

the peach twinkles
from the windows above
put spots over my eyes,
so that i could look
straight at the sunset

no matter how long
you fight as a beast
you inevitably
will die as a man