There is a promise made in such sweat, contracts signed with arched backs and writhing forms.
the skyline was on fire
The city was twisting upward, grasping at the stars.
You held my hand as we watched the night devour everything,
the sun had stagnated somewhere,
we lay in darkness.
I came to steal part of you,
that night in the back of your father's 1986 Buick Regal. With the windows down and smell of burning leaves filling our lungs.
I came to tear out your heart
and eat it.
Had the grave you dug me been a little deeper ...
Had you tied the ropes a little tighter ...
Had the radiation been a little weaker ...
Things would have been different
and someone else would be eating your brain