Sub Space...

i am now:

entranced by nostalgia

now:

overcome by the memory of your hold

on my then flaccid, unbroken limbs

 

tyranny, mistaken for tenderness

violent, tough

unrelenting in your hunt, for the chambers of my heart

for with it came my ill-informed intentions

with your empowering destruction

 

abnormal, rough

you had become

blood loss: our new warm gun

slowly, liquids drop from our impatient lips

slow enough to become love

in all its meanings

in all its polluted forms

Done