Relic

I come to you, hands surrendered, open, full of heavy wounds. Oh the drips of precious life, those you gather in your breath, to nurse your blackened heart. I say you are a civil servant, You think I mean saviour. Whatever you are, it is a gateway, a tightrope. You cross unknown voids, air does not move you. It erodes you faster because you do not sway. I have the idea to show you my gums, as if this means I pose no threat. Not sidetracked by pearly whites, you tell me I reek of failure. I find us hidden under floorboards, swimming in dark pools of unknown fish. No longer ignorant. I push you into lofts of darkness, you confront the monsters alone. I knew they were there, claws, scratching through my ceiling. I sought this hell, this oblivion, now I am here, there is no place like home. Here, the windows only open when our eyes close.