How can I show you
the sunrise through my eyes?
I pick you up
and you fall apart
every time.
You say that you
want to know
what’s going on in my mind,
but you’re just a shell
of yourself,
there’s nothing left inside.
Do you want to live
through me?
Do you want to feel
like I do?
Are you a leech,
or a vampire?
Has something drained the life
from you,
and left you a broken
and hollow creature,
holding on to me
with your teeth in my neck?
I begin to suspect
that you have no
life of your own.
You complain
when you have to rise.
If I drag you out
in front
of another sunrise
will I have
anything left of you,
but ash?
Let me salt my own wounds
and leave
with the dawn.
let me salt the earth
in my wake
and move on.
Let nothing of you follow me
from this place.
They world is too pretty
to be
just a grave.
It’s got more
than we need
to feed
and devour each other.
I have decided
that today
I won’t be prey.
HG – 2021
