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.
