I will not always cry quietly when you kiss me. One day or in the night I will be brave. I will cave in your hollow skull with a hammer or with my bare hands I will tear the flesh away from the bones in your arms. You will kiss me, not with those vacant open eyes, not like a dog that is hungry and then so quickly satiated. You will close your eyes. Your teeth will pinch the meat of my lips until there is blood and you will taste the iron as it replaces the air inside of your mouth. You will pull me closer, tight, and suck all the breath from my lungs and your heart will pump again. Your nails will dig deep, now, splitting my skin. From the nape of my neck you will unzip me, down my spine, until my insides have spilled at your feet. Like this, finally, when you are alive and I am free, I will know that you love me.