scrape away my tenuous
strings; carve me anew. use your
chiseled words and bronze
teeth to whittle my bones
until i am a skeleton laid
bare.
this is what i ask for. red tidal waves;
forging our strings from
metal. creating us.
attack me with your
vengeance. i'll do it
for you.
i feel our blizzards, our chilly
whistling winds. your shards
of ice attacking my
flesh. i am the mountain;
ugly and raw. and you are the
forest that makes me
beautiful. so
when your roots make me
c r a c k and crumble and
break apart;
i will not complain.