you asked
in that voice,
gentle
as the sound of Needles spilling to the floor.
i Comply;
i wouldn’t do otherwise.
i did as you said
and carved it out,
careful
as a hypothermic surgeon,
fingers weak and trembling.
i pulled it Apart and stretched it out
(you kept a Promise not to scream)
and nailed it to a canvas.
diamond nails
and
flesh sweet and Fragile as spun sugar.
a heavy Blotch on bleached silk;
a portrait of You.
it stutters,
bleeds
Ink and Honey,
weeping like a wound.
until it heals
i’ll never wash the gore from my skin
