It’s as if I were hugging empty, unfeeling air
But this air is kinder than bone, sharpened
To protect you from harm, bone sharpened
That only ends up piercing your heart, your
Lungs, your muscle
Soft, thick muscle that you want to ruin
And ruin and ruin and you can barely
Stop yourself because the pain
Can’t compare with the bone knife
That turned in your hands and found
Your own weak body instead.
It’s as if I were hugging empty, unfeeling air
That fell in ribbons and watched me
Not screaming, not crying, eyes glassy
And transfixed, and
Didn’t judge what it saw.