you were the demon i invited into my bed. i curled up beside you and your long knives, and tried not to notice when you carved out my heart. it's a little worse for wear this time around -- hurts a little, under the scars, when it tries to love -- but it's mine. the scars may be yours, last longer than your shadow, but i can't give my heart less than whole. September 12, 2000 © Lela Kaunitz