You hum the song of your wounds in sleep... 

stifled moans and grunts of your   b r o k e n   lovemakings with Pain. 

In the dark....I hear her gnawing on your thighs, 

skin peeled and bones   c r a c k i n g..

 

Slowly... She is all over you,

sipping the red from your torn flesh…

But I hold your left arm, warming the frost on our   w e d d i n g  ring, 

inhaling the antiseptic off your blood-stained fingertips. 

 

I am  n e a r   you. 

But, the spent Fentanyl patch on your chest makes her closer to you than I am.

 

I dissolved into a spider that weaves gauze,

wrapping and hiding your seeping cuts from her scorching gaze.

feeding you my weary   l o v e , scraping your wounds clean of its tears,

and weathering her rage each day.

 

Sometimes, I feel her more than you. 

chewing me in silence, knitting us together

with  invisible threads torn from our souls and eating us both   a l i v e...

 

But in the fleeting pauses between her breaths,

the indeliberate mercy of finding each other, 

we leave the splinters of love, to prick their way into   m e m o r y.