April’s Last Suicide Attempt

Burying the past,
Unearthing love’s hidden agenda,
Where the worms slink.

You buried me,
Beneath the alms and pesticide;
To where I conjured the apprentice,
Whose books I stole,
Positioned on the shelves
Between ends.

My slave, and my salvation;
The better parts of you,
Drawn into my skin.

I’ve only time
For this transparency
Once.

And I abide in you,
If you will keep me safe.

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