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.’