Subtext, also…

 


I have spent my entire life

Since you

Eating blood 

Everything medium rare 

Sometimes raw 


But that turned dangerous 

Sharp teeth 

Challenge sharper ones to bite back 


And when a love this clear

Spans time, unresolved 

Vampires wake 

At the sound of this salacious ache


Cutting you out of this heart 

Like a surgeon 

Valves irreplaceable 

Pigs’ arteries rejected at every 

Continuous vacancy 


Heart beat so loud 

The little drummer boy 

Hangs up his sticks 


Or I could just say, 

I miss you. 

Come home.

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