he steals spines, i've seen them.
locked away in wooden jewelry boxes, the surfaces adorned with
seashells & teeth.
i've seen the skeleton key, hiding beneath his tongue.
i see my spleen in the reflection of his eyes, hidden away in a glass jar;
dusty, in the back of his closet.
the word "her" is written on the side in purple glitter.
i've seen the virginity he's stolen, kept in wine bottles, the corks pushed in tight.
he's scratched tortured faces on the side with his fingernails.
he collects molars and stores them in jam jars, the way
some people collect buttons.
he has the word "agony" glued onto the side with hair.
he has my heart in a vase
and i'm still gasping. for. air.