Decay
written by: Salem Sparkles
I wrap my recovery up for you in cloth.
A fabric so light I can see the thinnest of bone,
the fragility of psyche,
the numerous opportunities for decay.
I wonder if this vulnerability is for me?
A second breath?
(I am still vomiting dirt)
A resuscitation?
(When did my heart stop beating?)
A sacrificial purity.
(Have I ever been holy at all?)
Or are you a warning sign?
A forest fire?
A catastrophe.
I’ve seen this story before;
his hands press mine into the mattress,
my legs spread wide open ready to swallow him whole.
I never leave the mattress though.
I spontaneously combust with “I love you” and “please don’t go.”
If I open my body for you, could you find comfort there?
Or will I be another discarded treasure map gathering dust?
