you're killing me,
drawing me in.
petting my hair and rubbing the back of my neck
the peachy fuzz standing up with the light brushing of your hands
you keep my icy hands warm,
you melt me
and you make sure blood drips into the right places
and you whisper sweet things into my ears with your milky voice.
you dip me into syrup and lay me on the bench outside
you watch the flies lick the sweetness off of me
you let them get carried away
you watch them nibble at my sugary skin
you watch the bites ooze with blood
like i'm a maple tree being tapped
i'm stuck to this bench that you left me on
left feeling the sharp lips kissing and biting my flesh
and you just get up and leave.