I want to OWN YOU with your keys and other possessions.
There will be no traces of YOU left.
I want to push YOU down into a jar inside my heart.
YOU will rattle every time I make a move,
And I will jump and jump just to hear YOU sound.
Sometimes, I will take YOU out again into the warmth
And I will knead you into a fine bulky loaf,
I will add some nettle and beat root for real blood and veins.
But for most of the time,
YOU will continue to live in a small chamber
And I have many chambers for these sorts of things.
© Irena Revina
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