Held a dove close as it cooed as a reply
to the willows who wanted it to come back home
it's fragile wings were it’s only set of cello strings that loved to play in the clouds
it's eyes lit by white sunshine that i poked in with my finger and watched it bleed
cut it’s body open as it cooed one last time for it to be injected with blueberries to be hung on my wall so i could stare at it because i’ve never loved anything more
i would rather kill you myself than watch you die