I Will Lick the Pain from Your Bones

I Will Lick the Pain from Your Bones

Inhaling your exhales, I took in giant gulps of your carbon monoxide. As I watched droplets of perspiration birthed on your forehead, my eyes drifted into sleep. I started thinking of a road that leads to golden mornings and clean air and aching vintage cars and dazed smiles and those droplets of perspiration. Every morning, I see this road while you’re still asleep. You’re getting further away the quicker I move, but how much more can I run? A vintage car drives by and captures you, hitchhiking you away to your sweet release from pain. But when you finally wake, I whisper into your exhales, “I will lick the pain from your bones, swallowing every disease into the depths of my insides.”