I will bring what you ask for

‘I will bring what you ask for,’ Love told me,

as I writhed in agony and pushed her away.

I called her familiar names,

the ones I use as weapons against myself.

I told her I was leaving her

for the way her tender, playful fingers

tug at the tight curls of my sanity.

‘I will bring what you ask for,’ Love told me.

‘To all the fearful, forgotten ones

clawing their way ungracefully towards the light,

I hold out my bleeding hands, open my arms,

and say yes.’