let Daddy open your ribs
like a music box
and watch your heart's dance between my palms.
indulge me.
coddle my giant frame as your blood grasps for the warmth of my skin
as my cold hands roam to vandalise
the holy grounds of your soft flesh.
YOU ARE READING
weeds.
Poesiasometimes you need to return to the soil to feel the triumph of what once grew.
