Again I begged you
for one more try.
Only by some mad miracle
am I still intact.
My thoughts are dark,
eyes red
flesh is raw.
Thee is no sun
in Minnesota these days.
Numb in your absence
I alone hear winters parched scream.
There are nightmares and
I hear hissing in my sleep.
You, Love,
have gnawed my skin
to the bone.
Remember, I gave you my heart.
pulpy, red and bleeding,
shriveling in torment.
The owls voice whispers yes
as cock my head back
against the oven,
the only thing hotter
than this white fire
burning inside of me.
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