Mangled Lovers

I am an empty vessel

she says “don’t worry I can fill you up”

I keep trying to tell her I am filled with holes

she pours her love into me,

it just leaks out

and as it flows through me, the current catches my organs and I watch

as my intestines spill from me covered in her good intentions

I want so desperately to be filled

to be silent

to be still

I know one day she will run dry

and I will still be an empty cavern indebted to her kindness

my black hole,

my hungry unending maw,

will have chewed her and I will look away from her new jagged edges

and pretend it was time that did this to her and not me

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Tate Neufeld is a non-binary 20 year old who grew up traveling all over the world. Now they decidedly sit in one place and make poetry and art. Read their poems to aid them in their quest to make everyone more queer and anxious.