I loved you then, yearning to crawl under your skin to eat the scent of you.
Bathed in you, thinking you were dawn.
Fed myself with you, nourishing roots as they quietly settled.
A cat pawing at a door, slinking into rooms to find you.
Sleeping in sunlit corners.
But you were a ship in a storm,
I sat in the eye and made it my home.
My breath the only wind, unnerving still,
The storm was always coming.
A spider to a corner,
While you scuttled, I bled out.
A weeping wound across my chest,
My soul seeped out as I clutched my heart in place.
Blood mixed with water as the ship went down,
Diluting.
The next cut ,
will bleed a lighter shade of red.
Poeyum 