I am an iron maiden
bleeding from intentions that you carve into my back.
You like me low enough to step on my bones,
you like to drown me.
You told me we are lost together,
but when I found my way you held out your foot
and I tripped over it.
You like me angry,
bruised, and empty.
You like me slouched,
you like me closer to the dirt.
You like me weary.
You like me thinking in wrong directions.
You like me miscalculating the distance
between being better and being worse.
You like me shattered.
You like me low.
You like me better now than you did
when I knew how to rise.
Did you know you make spirits flutter?
Smile, little lamb. Winter is cold so its heart can know what warmth feels like. Remember me when your chilled bones ignite fire on the snow, will you? You will melt away the frostbitten world and watch the first dandelion wishes bloom from the Earth.