for someone with bloodied teeth

you cry an awful lot. chunks of me in your

mouth while you yelp, begging for help.

but I piece myself back together and

let you keep what you stole. until one day I

decide I want back that missing slice of

my soul. I pry open your jaw and dive in

headfirst. I swim through your veins and

weave around your ribs. I make a pitstop at

your heart to make sure you’re still in pain. I see

each trace of those who once lent you their brain.

but I can’t find me, myself or I, only empty space

and this darkened final place.