you fill my bones
while they carry me along
mindlessly propping muscle
from one dawn to the next.
thought and thew a comedy
as their presence was excused
with you.
and you pierced my lungs
while they struggled to draw breath.
destitute and sanguine,
I was voiceless, you were deaf.
our choices were made
before we made them.
to my grave I bring you,
in marrow
in arrow
in blood.
fill the earth beneath me,
she has earned what I have failed to.