We lay in the consequences of your actions,
Blood red, tired to the bone, I sank out of myself,
Leaking, I stopped wishing to become an adult,
I just looked at the floor that held pieces of me
And smelled my tears dry, your body behind mine,
Are you done now, are you done now?
I thought you’d never end.
There was no time, no space, I stopped moving amongst the shards.
You accepted me like this, broken down, collecting bits
That you wanted, apart from my whole body.
Suddenly you felt alive again and I stopped speaking.
I had enough of you.
You imitated love, you mimicked affection, you terrified me,
Looking into me as if we shared a secret or too many,
As if I could remember, your poignant smile, the forbidden appetite,
Who are you, who were you, your eyes on me always felt insane,
I projected lovability onto your face in order to soothe my primordial fear.
Croque-Melpomene 