I am your scraps

Hanging off your mouth

Your edges curve into a smile

Rosy pink turns me inside out

And I sleep fruitlessly awhile

I am faint, without a pulse

Absently you see

Me walking normally down the docks

And my secret killings behind the rocks

I am your hatred in a seed

I am the egg of which you need

The birthing of a god

I'm not strong enough to be forgotten

Lay your breast against me

Let me know your heart still beats

And maybe forgiveness will follow into

These jagged vessels we call souls