make me a mother;
i'll cradle you close.
make me your martyr;
should i die for you too?
i promise,
i will let you down.
take a bite of your creation;
don't spit it out.
chew slowly
you injected it,
so savor your poison in my veins.
swallow and envelope yourself in the taste
of your own medicine,
and say goodbye to your lover.
