Fading

I
You cannot hold me back;
harnessed by fear,
unpeeled with a knife-
the length of you.
Content,
to let my shadow wither.
A ghost;
cut-out charcoal,
a paper silhouette.

II
My skeleton;
your trophy.
Each scar,
unfading…
an ode to love.
Awakened…
at the resurrection of your fingertips.
Gushing blood-
rising to the surface,
to greet your lips.

III
Daylight stains…
I’d give anything
to remove it.
Tainting skin…
set my scars free
to flutter away;
through the forest of cuts;
watch those trees
bleeding…
the red ribbon
falling…
to the ground.
Be certain you’d
never rise again.