I slip under the covers,
Settle in next to a globe-eyed girl.
Yet each breath burdens her chest
Sluggish blood creeps beneath her skin
Let me in.
I greet her, trace the knotted wasted spine
With icy fingertips, cracking parchment
But I’m colder. Move over.
Curl up closer, sardines in a tin coffin
Writhing within my oily mess
She’s my captive now,
I know she once worshipped me
Once I was her deity
You need me; won’t leave me.
Pity you’re so weak.
I assess the swollen elbows, sharp knees
Tug dry straw strings from her scalp
It will take much more
To make you pretty.
Don’t ask me back until you’re ready.
I never leave.