I could feel the skeleton in my skin
When you left me, every dry bone,
Like I had swallowed two balloons
Bumping inside the gaps of my ribcage.
When we were together, I had learned to grow arrows
From my fingertips, I had become an archer
Straining to earn your glances.
I threw those darts at your heart long before my back became your cutting board.
Your eyes were happy, and you played the piano like the tide
Passing over the shells of the shore beneath the moonlight.
And we would walk along the sea, our toes touching the glass
Of its little waves, the seagulls soaring above our heads.
But soon you led me along the blade
As the hives in your mouth traded their sweetness for stings,
Your laughter becoming fangs,
Filling the air between us with distance.
You touched my hand one last time, a single spark
Before you went away,
And now, this cold adrenaline’s a poison, convincing my body
It is more alive than it could ever be again.