I’ll scorch you
burden your bloodline
See to it that your grandchildrens
Children taste your apology in the boiling broth of their own fears
In a darkened room
I’ll slip my name into the cold wet whimpers of your other lovers plead for salvation
I’ll pick you from my teeth
Hang your bone’s haphazardly around my windows
A wind chime catching the breeze on
Your mother’s dying day.
