She is breaking her spine to love you.
Splitting vertebrae to render her spine yours.
Turning limbs in every wrong direction,
Fracturing her extremities to fit your theses.
She is dividing herself within in order to let you in.
She is piece by piece removing fallen branches
Returning the debris to her innards
So you are unable to see her dying.
Her world is curling up, so you may breathe
She is igniting forest fires.
To let you run free
She is conquering herself in private
So you are convinced you are supreme
She is demoting herself to lender
So you may take ownership of her bones.
You have taken her keys, and invaded her home.
Your capability of cradling a life form
Displayed with one minor tongue flop
Overcome with grief
“I am no longer weak in the knees
I am just weak.”