Your gentle hands, so full of expression
Swept harsh snow over my bare skin
And you watched, emotionless, as I involuntarily
Recoiled, shivering within.
You traced my lips with bitter herbs
And then you did quickly flee
Leaving me with just the aftertaste
And my salt burning holes through me.
And my spirit you left hollow as a paper-mache bird
Wishing only to fly
But constantly aware of its own inability
Weighed down by its emptiness inside.
And delicately you knotted a rusting wire
To tighten around my heart and mind
Digging in slowly, excruciatingly
Leaving loud, red welts behind...
