i think about him

wonder what he's doing

if he's all right

if he's thinking about me

if he'll ever come back someday

i melted down my own bones for you

there's bright orange blood in the snow around the playground

bigger circles than the footprints that it's chasing through the door

there's a chunk of tongue lying on the wood

drink my blood, it is wine

eat my flesh, for it is bread

i'll put my raw knuckles into your mouth

and assume you know what to do with them

while i think about him

wonder what he's doing

if he's all right

if he's thinking about me

if he'll ever come back someday

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