to bleed for your becoming
that has so often
break me into pieces
I break my fragile ribs
for you to keep as
a puzzling memory
that you'll live with
I gorge my decaying heart
for a better use to
feed you with true
remorse and lament
I dig into my infected wound
to let your adrenaline
pump into cries of
guilt and sorrow
You mended me and
then you broke me
again and again and
for your pleasure I will die before you.