The pain is no less when I smile
Though it is necessary some days
To be “just fine” whatever the case.
I peel your scent from my flesh
No matter how oft I wash the canvas
The blood remains embedded in its fibers
A penitentiary embellished in red
This body with its surplus of DNA
This meager body which serves
A nightlight in the darkest rooms.
Even art hurts when you are the source
A nightmare from which I do not wake
A nightmare the body fuels and circulates
You are the seed of death within me
The call to war that drives me to annihilate
I will not see you again, not even in the finale.
That your ghost should cling to my grief
Is a threat that I can not endure.