i can't stay mad you

because when you smile it's the warmth
of a thousand suns setting my skin on fire

but mostly that just means you have burnt me to cinder.
and how can you put a leash on my remaining cells?
all they do is squeal for you, like rutting little pigs,
i guess you want to though- lock collar,

trot me out of the barn and two-step, well, prod
me into a canter, spark the switch,
bust my flanks into a blood trail

so you'd know the way back when.
dragging my embryo into the graveyard, the barn,
the field, the candle's tail--

its all about the smoke, you love the fire
more than you love me, because you don't-
i see it in the rain, and in the silence.

i see you standing with your hands melting all over my
body, eyes of tallow; the colour of curdled milk
with flakes of yellow speckled on the remaining
stumps you'd call my bones.

i see your teethmarks on them, i pain for it,
incisors knifing into vision.