WylderWolf

"Baby" he says coming into the room smelling like the gutter, radiating like the warmth that he is His hands shoved into his pockets His eyes turned to the wall "Baby," he says "Babe, I think you need a new haircut." "Babe, I think the stars dance when you smile," "Babe, what happens when we die," "Babe, when we die, do you think we'll be together," "Babe, do you think I'll be happy?" I say yes with a meek tongue when he asks me to to kiss him, flood into his warmth like he's the sun and I'm a flower Starved Waiting for him in the still night when I'm alone like the moon and my breath catches along every line of my ribs and I Can't breathe,

The palms of your hands taste like       cemeteries I woke to dead breath on my neck       and honeycomb in my ribs The palms of your hands drip like       honey your fingertips are blood clots       I woke to a corpse on my chest The palms of your hands taste like        cemeteries The cracks of you are salt on my        honeyed tongue        your teeth condensate like        sugar I woke to your breath on my neck.

I woke up with shards of glass in my spine again I haven't been so comfortable in ten-thousand years I woke up with shards of you in my spine again I've missed you for ten-thousand years

I do not like the idea that I have to protect you       like I protected her But this is not information shared in monotone whispers over the hair of his navel        and only we know that it pays to be the crazy girl

I love the way    outlets look           surprised Like they are shocked      that they        could      kill a man I like the way that you                  look     shocked           that I would rather sink my teeth into my own throat         than look at the holes of you           ever                      again               like you are                        shocked                     that I                        could               kill a man.