ravel,
stay knit so as to not
unravel me,
i wonder would you
quiver to know
this rash heart thrums helot to your
spontaneous whimsy,
or taunt as my
soul raged feral.
forgive me, for i've never been
one for ghoulishness. forgive me for
i covet your flesh & not
your wraith, forgive me if i dare
sever you in cherished frenzy,
if only from distrust
for my love i fear
your heart is simply
(vicious) doting memory.
❦
originally published in another book of mine, Earthflow
