Bleeding Through

Bury me in ash
while you drain my throat,
water the roses with my blood
and feed the sunflowers with my bones.

Dry me out until the skin is gone
and my heart has turned to stone.
Then rip it out and eat it
while I lay down on my own.

Go far away
swim into the sea.
With my heart in your hand
and my blood in your mouth.

Come back one day
and raise me from hell.
I shall sit up from my shallow grave
a shadow of a girl.

Lost in a state of dead.