i don’t know how else to tell you that
i trust you,
how else to show you that i love you
than by asking
that you hide my last poem in the sole of your shoe.
yes, your shoe.
where a monster might overlook.
i trust you and i trust life
even as i am destined to five thousand deaths
and all i hear are dying screams
and hatred, thudding, muted on flesh,
i trust that you will walk free
and on your own two feet
and with my song arching your tiny bones far, far away from here.
what is this world? it is ending with me
as it breaks my fingers one by one
for i have loved
and now hatred reigns.