PANACEA

I WILL CRUSH YOUR RIBCAGE IN MY BARE HANDS
I WILL SUCK THE MARROW DRY
I WILL DRINK THE AMNIOTIC FLUID AND SQUEEZE THE LUNGS
I WILL HIDE IN BETWEEN YOUR VERTEBRAE AND YOUR SHOULDER BLADESLET ME CRAWL INSIDE WHERE IT IS WARM AND HOLY AND SACRED
LET ME IN
LET ME IN
LET ME IN
LET ME IN
LET ME INLET ME INSIDE

A womb is a sanctified, untouchable place; wouldn't we all like to return to it? That is where we go when we die. Born in blood, die in blood, breathe blood like air. Gushing out of us like sweet red water.I think that is what love is.