If He Ever Comes Back Home

When you return, know that this flag still waves for you.

And only you.

Only you. Only you.

One two many you's.

One shade too dark of blue, you.

When you return back to me, all of what you have ever known..

You will note that the desire to swallow you whole has significantly grown.

Along with the groans and moans of the dying souls, who have kept me company when i was alone.

Bone by bone they dissected me and drank my wine.

And drilled holes just above my ears and dressed me in a white gown down to my toes.

And sent me stacks of bills, mistaken for love letters piled to my nose.

That continue to grow.

I have melted into my bed for one last time for him, or anyone..especially you.

Blind, sadistic, fleshly loon.

Hello, my long expectant doom.

Finally, i see what it's like to feel so small, so insignificant in this world.

like the common beast to a zoo.

All of what i have ever been to you.