vi.
your hands are swathed in bandages
your soul seems intact though
it was impenetrable
what's left of it, that is
vii.
there are blood clots on your neck and collarbones and i won't i won't i won't think about them
thinking about them strangely makes me yours again
and we can't have that, can we
viii.
you scream like a wounded animal
the sound you make raw
your throat seems scratched raw
i can see your veins pulsing at your neck
i can see blood clots too but these have started to bleed down your chest
coating you in the true colour of your soul
ix.
i remember you telling me (hands curled into my hair, voice soft and hoarse and so believable)
that you dreamed in black and white and that
i was your living dream in colour
i hope you have your nightmares in colour
x.
darling my sunshine my moon my stars my everything
it has been a pleasure
tearing your heart apart
it is time to bid adieu
