Dear:

I've never seen anything as dead as your eyes.
Monster eyes, dripping lids,
red with the thoughts that you keep in your head.

They live in your pupils,
watching me dig -
want to know me,
to hurt me,
break and bend me to fill you.

Close those windows, dear.
Keep those ankles together.
Make your scars connect,
and they match just right.

Keep your windows closed.

Dear:
the light is too bright.
Keep those knives away,
Your skin is too light.