They must have been walking for a good two hours. The lights of the town are far behind them. The houses disappeared long ago. Now they are walking through the forest and night is falling. Tom is ... [+]
When they cut you open, they said you bled stars
The bunny soft glow falls languid,seeping into the fibers I so tenderly drapedover the prostrate length of you. You barely stir. Your breath is a steady tide so I follow your cadence with my own, our moons swinging, skin oozing eucalyptus and myrrh. I see your sap draining from the pulp of you where they drilled. The doctors whisper behind sterile curtains that they've never tasted a syrup like yours. They unearth your trunk and carry it to me in a bundle, cradled in the innocent enclaves of their elbows, sapless, still breathing. I promise you new soil, a well-lit room, a pot that's too small