The Blood & The Bones

the first time.

Do not ask
how oceans surge
or stars die
or people leave
who swore they wouldn’t
and do not ask me how you stumbled upon me
and how here in this bed you will claim
what has been mine
for far too long
the windows dark, reflective
but the night sky, she knows
she knows I am giving myself to you
or you’re taking me
I have learned it can be some of each and not all of one
crawling across the universe, the desert, the vast emptiness of longing on bloody knees
in an attempt to comprehend
how souls are ripped from bodies and given back again
and now I crawl across this vessel, this bed
to you
the weight of forgiveness gifted to a girl who swore to never ever again
the weight of fear and us presses into my scarred belly
into the soft meat of my open thighs
and there is no longer an option to stop
for your sake or for mine
I ask myself how can fire be so tender
and how a drop of water can drown
how a blade can be coaxed to never cut
how a long open wound can be cauterized
by another’s touch
and how I know assuredly
this will be the last first time
but it is my turn to untie the knots
it is my turn to come undone

the blood
& the bones

#writerscommunity