bring me down over the concrete,
face first spine second.
let me spill out onto the floor,
every once of who I was
scattered at your feet.
this is what love looks like
turned inside out.

will you meet my eyes now?

stuck to the bottom of your shoe,
you take my throat with you
when you leave.

I am no better than the roaches
that chew on my lungs,
or the ants
that carry my pieces
away.

please turn the lights off before you go,
I don't want to watch myself
decay.