This is: I am moth, rabbit, and possum
Your love bites are hypodermic.
I am a doll for you to dismember.
Dis-articulate me, without resistance.
String me up tightly.
Make me your vision of beauty.
My love is vulnerability.
And it makes me a frightened rabbit.
Sometimes I am so vulnerable.
I need you to put me out of my misery.
Starve me in a Faraday cage.
I no longer want to transmit or receive.
Wants of others are treasures lost in seas.
I can reach them no more
Than the moth can reach the moon.
And believing you to be the celestial being,
Sometimes I am a moth caught by a flame.
I need you to put me out of my misery.
Out draw me at high noon.
Spill my thoughts into the dust.
Put me on my back.
I will play dead like a possum.
And let my imagination take over.
Sometimes I need no future or want no history.
I need you to put me out of my misery.
