If I lay dying
At your feet
Would you breathe
Life back into my lungs
Or leave me
Clawing at your jeans
Gasping for air
While you watch
Head tilted
Pupils dilated
In feral fascination
I should have known
Better
You’ve killed so many
Parts of me
Before -
Those kinds of amputations
I feel them still
When those empty spaces ache
Conjuring a phantom
Of what has been
And I’m left
Haunted
With grief tightly wound
around my throat
While Love lies naked
And alone
Rotting on your hardwood floor.
- Death becomes me.
skg










