it’s halloween night and you tell me you love me, so i bite even harder

a poem

despite the spring air,

and the sweet, sticky smell of the sun trying to poke through one last time before sunset,

it’s raining hard.

the gods are crying, as mother would say,

so i know,

they’re watching me now.

i can feel my skin burning as they bare witness,

but you taste too good.

you dangle your fingers at my lips like dripping fruit, over-ripe,

and i swallow like the monster that stares back at me each time i dance before the mirror.

if i had it my way, i’d take your heart out and hold it gently, up into the light,

just to see, to admire.

i’d place it with my most cherished belongings,

and before i myself lie down to rest,

i’d offer up my own, praying one last time,

that you share my same desire.

it’s halloween night and you tell me you love me, so i bite even harder.

it’s halloween night and you tell me you love me, as you wipe the tears from my cheeks but not the blood from my chin before you kiss me.

it’s halloween night and you tell me you love me, so i ignore the chill in my bones as i trace your goosebumps and wonder how i’ll get you stay.