MURDER

I’m stretching the skin on my body to help you love me.

I used to measure my arm
Only to see it fit in one hand.
I smiled every time my middle fingertip touched the thumb
Round the arm.

I used to be a twink.

You did not love that.

I would fall out of bed in the morning
and press up
and sit up
and press up
and ache.

Only then would you
Take me…

When I am alone
I feel I could go barefoot on the grass.
When I am alone
I give my muscle tension away
To a snail that slithers across my toes.

Love me

It took a child’s life
for me to be this.