amber burnt
we are all victims of love, drawn to it like hungry men traipsing desserts searching for home, so thirsty the visions of her come and consume you, keep you going so you hunger for her, the red queen, who knows what you need, yet only comes to claim what is hers, and finally, when sated under her, she reaches in, and seizes your heart, grasping it in her fist, as you look up at her sucking out the marrow, smiling pretty, as blood drips from her lips. Like a bird, she drinks deep and flies away, cupid’s wings holding her aloft, in search of her next prey, as you lay, hollow, a carcass that even the vultures wouldn’t touch, waiting for that tiny sapling to grow inside you again, for the frigid winter rattles your bones, and you wait for spring, for things to be lush and green…