I want to keep you

Even what’s ill

A prevailing sickness

I want to rub you into my chest until you pierce my heart flooding my arteries

It’s unhealthy, I know, but I can’t let you go

I can’t walk through the door knowing I leave you on the other side

That threshold, such a witching barricade

I can’t let go, even for a moment

So I hold on to you while you cut into my hand

White knuckles

Blood dripping from my grip

I can’t walk through the door

Someone, anyone, remove these hinges

Because I’m too busy holding on for dear life


-Andi C E Smith