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.