How will you ever know
About my hopes that
Will be left to suffer
Alone on the bed of thrones?
Will you ever find out
How crassly my interiors
Flow open as if there
Are many hands
That gouge out my insides?
I hope you never find out
That the curtain, behind
Which you sought shelter
Against the demons
You said popped up
Under your bed at night,
Is fabricated out of my
Own body tissues and
My blood provided it
Tangibility and my knife
Carved out shapes in it.
And yet you hid there
Oblivious and unknowingly.
You thought you were safe
And as much safe
As you thought you
Actually were,
I
Was
Left
Truly
bereft.