You say you love the look of me,
Curled in your bed at night,
But lover you’d be horrified,
If you’d just turn on the light.
The contour of my fragile spine,
That spot behind my ear,
Lover these are sacred grounds,
Old ones are buried here.
Deep beneath my warm, soft skin,
They lurk, they wait, they claw.
And in that shadow on the wall,
You’ll swear you thought you saw-
You say you love the look of me,
And lover I suppose,
That you can love and look for now
Be fearful of my bones