I had no idea that we were this pathetic,
stranded on our emotions -
Lending out what we erstwhile harvested for keeping,
hoping for something new;
among this debris,
that we call ...
LOVE.

Send to press,
   this late night killer,
      fearful tears; a thick marrow:
                           deep respire,
                     O' claw at straw;
                  an animal instinct,
              tsk,tsk.
          Eyes tonight,
       blotted out;
         reason is mine.
            You: bound,
               distended;
                  beautifully,
                     bleu.

Clearly               I AM
  it must          not I
   be             who knows

your truth
  so why seek
     approval
outside of
       perfection
          for such things
                        that creek
                   in the dark
      beyond the reach
of your nightlight

You
         fell
                into
                         my seductive oil slick
                                              saturated
                                           by
                                     my
black loveless glare

I
s l a s h e d and tore at all I could in you
stole
parts
of
you
that you didn't even know you had

I wear your skin as a suit now
you're my prized deer so to speak
tracked
              tricked
                            hunted
                                           consumed
buckle for me
under my weight