I ignored the sign

hung askew over your breastbone:

please don’t feed this heart
but my own yearned and burned

biopsy of delusion

breath ripping like wet tissue
now unpicking the threads of us

sky sewn in tattered drapes

I am still vulnerable 
to ghost nights unexorcised

revenant in my dreams

seething and grasping
we rode the line

until the sentence ended

this is the part where I leave you
cut the strings looping

the pearls of us to slacken

slip in the sibilance of rain.