as without

the sun is a scarred lair
hidden in my skin.
the fire starts in the cold dead legs of winter.

veins full
sweet and drowning in blood
begging for letting
you and me find a way

through the winter
through betrayal
through family neck ties
tied tight around
my cold and soft
belly

your hand touched
the night we wouldn’t find morning
waking
feeling the crack in my eye
open
watching
your escape.