HELL AND HONEY

Call it a spark

call it the heat of the moment

fire is fire

and it always burns the same

the only difference is that

I didn't run from it this time

I saw the smoke before i crossed your path

the moon hid

because she didn't want to be a witness

when she returned

she was as yellow as wolf's tooth

has she also known your bite?

I should beg her

to change me beneath her light

new skin and a stronger spine

to grow out of the hold you have on me

because loving you feels like:

          nicotine fingers on the nape of my neck

          steel and silk

          gunpowder and the grace of daybreak

          swallowing double-edged swords

          (untill our words grow teeth)

           returning to the same river i almost       

           drowned in

          (to quench a thirst i didn't know i have)

          

           enslaving a horde of honeybees (becoming queen of both sting and sweetness)

I wouldn't run even if i could

we both know that it would only be the beginning of 

my reign/ my haunting/ my legacy

you will be the death of me

but i am regret waiting to be born

so i bathe in gasoline

and dress myself ripe for destruction.