he

he holds my face

between his fingers

and my heart

under his eyelids.

he never bid

but i sold my soul

for a mark of Cain

and a kiss.

he turned my eyes

the color of blood

and my veins pulsed

with hunger

the kind that never goes away.

he never looked

but i wanted him to

see me in the sky

full of silver.

i died in his arms

because he killed me

like warriors do

and i merely swallowed.

i bowed my head

and left my swords

to be ruled

by an anarchy.

but he holds me

and that is enough.