When Your Lover Comes to Call.

This morning I cracked your skull open on your kitchen floor just to see what was inside.

It wasn't violent. I'm not a violent person. I'm just curious. There are things I need to know.

You always kept a spare key underneath the mat out back. You know I knew that. 

You were so sleepy and you stayed so still. I must have surprised you with my strength. I've been working out lately, did you know? I think it's pretty obvious.

Behind every left ear is a little lever. You just gotta know how to handle it. Your brain opened up to me like a lover as soon as I pressed down. Your blood was warm and sticky and expansive.

I picked you apart. Gristle and tendons stuck to my fingers as I pawed through the mush. 

You know if you had answered my damn calls I wouldn't have had to come find you like this. 

I dug through every inch of your mind. Every inch. And I couldn't find a single trace of me. Even in the darkest, hardest corners. Your brain tasted like candy and dirt and of nothing. Nothing.

Where was I? What was the point of all of this pain if you don't even have a speck of me inside you?

I left you there but not before I crawled inside you and made my mark. I was nothing but now I'm whole. And you're just a puddle on the floor.