hold me still in your isolation,
your love obsession a superficial comfort.
lay my head in your palm—
venous leylines where you’ve peeled away.
i am formless
when i’m with you,
edges blurred
with wire-steel.
i breathe
only when you release,
sucking at the venom
that drains like wine.
display me pinned and needled,
static timeless in a house made out of glass.
i am not the name
sewn over my mouth—
trophy heraldry threaded
in your fragile monarchy.