there is no light in this land and the meek echo of ladle-pinned glands cut
tight against my skin and your ties.
there is no light for me to stand against, there is only you, casting silver dollar moonshadows for me to pulse and quake to. if I ever loved you, know that I loved you into yearning and out of simple hunger for sugar. If I ever loved you, know that I loved you as I needed you and every time after has been misrepresentation.