Mind the Gap
In ten more years
I will be half the age as you were
when I was splayed out like hunted game
Spatchcocked raw and exposed
bleeding from that warm cavity between my legs.
You’re like a hound run back to his owner
And aren’t you just so proud of your kill?
Maddened eyes, you’re starving
but waiting for permission to eat,
while you rub a wide flat thumb to your middle finger
the syrup of my insides coating your claws.
You love knowing this was my first time
love knowing you were big enough to split me open
a pomegranate bloodying your mothers sheets.
And I actually thought I had some power
ignorant to the trap around my ankle
the solid weight of a man pinning shins.
I thought my strength was withholding
but as the pain returns, I realize it’s withstanding
What a divine torture.
I love knowing that I have driven you to tear me apart
love that you can do what I’ve always wanted to do to myself
Am I the hunter or the prey
In another ten years will I be any different than you?