The last 3 letters of the spring

It’s nice to dream about the hypothetical kids and hypothetical advice I’d give them
I want the hypothesises not the children 
didn’t you hear? I am shallow - 
my eyes are red and swollen from all the leather tears I’ve forced on you
skilfully pretending my intentions were good 
I’ve mastered lying when I was six - he told me to keep quite  
nobody had to know how much he “cared” - 
it was top secret, so it “thrived” between us


my arms - a cage, a warm brown, pale yellow token of love
my words - a trap 
scheming the fastest way to get under your skin when you only wanted to be free 
my legs - a deceptive snare, not open, concealed, patiently waiting to use you as bait 
my home - my home is sweet like the deadly nightshade 
I bite, tear the layers of your deeds with my teeth, I bite
my lips - your lips poison
my inner thighs 
oh well
you wouldn’t remember
didn’t you hear? She's the best and I am crazy! how dare you be honest 
how dare you shed your leather tears
I know you’ve mastered lying when you were six 

I could use a wise, safe mother right about now if I may