I’m barking up the wrong tree
trying to find
something to care about

And you can call me cat
lazy in its sharpness
yawn full of canines

I’m – just like said cat
bringing you gifts
of dead colours and sounds

And you can call me mantis
violent in its madness
hands raised in prayer

I’m – just like you said
praying for merciful death
but don’t know - mine or their

Do not smile gentle
wrapping your fingers
around my wrist

I’m begging you
to break our bond
my soft soulmate

Let me shriek
in silent sleep of birds
and howling coyotes

Give me time
to hide your mark
under layers of scars

I’ll curse your name
until it fade
from my skin

I’ll claw it’s lines
until I cover
it absolutely

And then I’ll come to you
crawl on your laps
and lay my head on your chest

I’ll smile to your face
and tell you sweet lies
about not being torn in pieces.