MY GIFTS ON YOUR BED

By NK.A.Hwaet

Lightning cracks the roof—  

Shoves the knife in walls. They bleed

fuses. Your face? A fan  

snapped shut—I see that fear.

Snow and coal charred the sheets.  

My scars? Testify.

Open: I’ll stuff your throat with black—  

forge you lion-strong—

then snatch the night right back.  

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