wounded
do whatever you want
with me
whatever you prefer
i
am a little
wounded
animal
missing chunks of fur,
scars
down to the bone
*
i collect
shiny magnets and stones
stagnant
fragments
of milky white, constellations
bright stars
and olivine
on mars
i think the stars
are made of bone
*
the night we met, i didn’t come alone
i brought with me a lifelong
heartache, heartache is
a great thorned plant
like tentacles
squeezing the heart
intentionally
but slowly
i am wholly
convinced by you
that i will grow new fur one day.
thank you for giving me
a place to stay
*
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