The holes in my eyes
Were burnt into them
As yours bored into mine
Piercing the insides of my head
With the swift sharpness of arrows
Examining my soul.
Barbs from your mouth scalded me
Cut me into meat-pieces.
I thought I needed to develop immunity
Night, and night follows day
I operate like clockwork,
Sleepwalking, gliding, dragging my steps
Searching for your face unconsciously
In likely and unlikely places, I know
I need immunity now, not from you,
But the absence of you.