Via six feet of dirt and a pine box

The pain, so intrinsically perfect, comes back
Intoxicatingly familiar, it opens its arms
Strokes my hair and pulls me close.
My life in such a state of disrepair welcomes her.
She is dangerous and deadly, but familiar.
Familiarity is more important to me now.
Remember the way the words flow
Remember the way the knife slid
Remember the way the body bled
Find the old chair and settle in for winter
Familiarity is more important to me now.

I forgot how this feels, to lie warm in the embrace
As she twines her fingers in my hair, my veins
Her caress as lethal as ever, but so well-known
I fail to care as her nails rip skin and desires
The sting is a long-awaited release
I know my way into and out of her embrace
Except I’m so tired and it is so warm
Excruciating, but recognizable and I’ll take it
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll be somewhere new
Via six feet of dirt and a pine box