They call her cold night
Moon dripping in from the window sill
Sandstone palms on warm skin
She whispers with oceans trapped between her lips
Flesh curls off the bone onto the tile floor
Cleanse me
Her braids thick like chains,
Slamming against concrete flesh
Her fingers like burlap
Scratching at torn skin
The air spins in and fills my swollen stomach
Absolve me
Our home is a flame,
Waiting to be snuffed
Each doorway turns to dust
Our bodies like kindle scraping splintered wood
Charred lips press into surrender
*Dissolve me