tsela

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