All that Remains

I purge you from my body

with the shedding of my womb

you were the last thing to come

out of me

 

before the blood

it’s symbolic, don’t you think?

 

what remains of us

runs down my legs

like the times you

made me cum

 

The Alchemist

I gave you a book to read,
So that maybe you could

Understand a little bit of
What is on my soul
It sat on the bottom of your night
Stand, for months
Until timidly, I asked for it back

And I can’t help but think

This is a metaphor for our relationship.