The broken bones had set

Yet not healed.

The grazed knees

And darkened eyes,

You liked that about me.

You stirred the mud, the grit

With no filter

Dirt scattered.

The damp, it rose.

As the mould grew, you were there.

Am I to always clean up as you leave?

But it was there already

The ground was stained before we met

Before your claws hooked under my ribs.

The wood chipped

You held the axe

But I did not need you

I could destroy, all by myself

I’m strong like that.

As I howled

You howled too.

As I prayed to the moon

It was you who answered.

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