you have filled me with emptiness
I have carved my face out of yours
and what could be done with the rest of you
I’ve protected myself from your life
and forgot about your death
I have seen it coming for years
but now, only now, my body knows
what it’s like without breath in you
I spilled onto your deathbed
the world is contaminated
I feel like the rest of your life had nowhere to enter
I can’t remember how it felt when you did touch me carefully
I’ve grown out of your affection incessantly
I am the body of your self-destruction
you were so lost in the world
I never felt at home in the house you built
Croque-Melpomene 