One for You

You’ve torn through scar

Bewildered, and why?

I love you

My coup de grâce

I hate you,

for all you’ve done.

For how you wailed at night,

making me your mother

as you hated being mine.

For how you pierce me

twist me

I hand you my spear.

It is my fault, perhaps, chasing

my own tail.

Your mindless pup,

forever wandering

the lonely night, hiding

in the shadows, watching

the other strays find homes

in structures and

hearths and

hearts of many

while I shriek

in the whimper of mine.

I hate you, for all you’ve done.

All

you have done.