flesh and bone.

He loved the way
I would write

Into the hours
night

Watching
like a wild dog

His hungry thoughts
I could hear

He's no longer
Near

cut off my
arm

Threw my flesh
and bone

In hopes
my hungry Dog
Would come home

Instead i stand
debilitated and alone

Bleeding in silence
He never came back

Eventually
septicemia

Turned my body
Black.