epitaph

resin setting in the mould

you've told me it needs longer yet, and i've believed you

waiting

waiting. waiting

do you fear my absence

or what i've made in yours?

a dog that barks on first meeting

dogs barking in vain,

talking for the sake of breathing

this skin doesn't shed

it gets caught beneath my fingernails

the needle's in your hand, sutures are your finishing touches

a battle between your handiwork and mine

i will always be yours

she will always be yours

but i will never be her