I knew you once.
The number on your back still bleeds in my mind.
The grass on your skin ferments.
I won you in the night, and so,
our world became darkness.
That eve was both the start and murder
of all things.

We didn’t know.

Below stars,
with flushed cheeks and screaming pulses,
curiosity sucked us in
with nowhere else to run.
Nights with the moon.
Nights with the clouds.
Nights with only the pavement.

We wore crowns,
you on your skull, mine on my heart.
So innocent, so divine,
but they were only monsters,
groping higher up the wall,,
sinister grins streaking across the sun.
Our kingdom fell from the stars,
and we buried it beneath the crust,
as if we’d never ruled.

I’d never won you.
But I knew you once.