I once tried to construct you.
I drudged you up from my rib, and melded you into the perfect species. You were so ripe,
so full of passion, it had almost consumed me. A consummated sculpture- that’s
what you were darling, and yet I was more susceptible to your abhorrence.
You turned on me. That amour quickly changed into something
terrifying. It was simply awful. White spilling into crimson,
I was drowning in your sorrows. I had only wanted
to see what I created-
But you dismantled me