anakhas

It was the hottest of afternoons, and I'd come up to talk to you -- or the ghost that smelled of you, laid in bed all tied up with tubes. I remembered long-gone afternoons, spent in our bed with you, knowing one day, one day soon, they'd understand. My hands slipped under you, to feel the thoughts that live in you, your breath, so clammy and cool. I smell the creature that's eating you. "There's nothing we can do," but still, I cling to you. on that hottest of afternoons, when they took us apart, me and you, and I fixed us together with glue. Wires and stitches and mesh, to mend the aching flesh. But you, you just stare, as