A.E. Janes

With long, slender fingers covered in cracked bloody skin I will rip out hair and 
           blend it with yours until every hidden part of our minds meld
like they are inclined to
run away from fear and hide
when someone says a name
superimposed on the forefront of tender brain muscle and arms and legs and                       
           scratched backs.
You made me free
to steal things from innards and eat them and love the way it all made me 
           breathe