novicepen:

With both hands
firmly gripping
the axe haft,
you aimed and
hit me directly
in the centre—-
unsatisfied,
you chopped me
into pieces,
piled and
stacked
against the
wire fence
to season,
ready to
be tossed
in the fireplace
so I can
crackle in pain
just to
keep you
warm
this winter.

(via juneandafter)