citrus These words sewn into my veins Kissing me with a power unknown to man And, God, I hope you’ll sink into my skin From you I’m born anew Your nickname sinks into my tongue But I cannot escape the world you’ve made He begs, pleading with some unseen force I created in his head He’ll never escape the feeling of my hands The divinity is all they hang onto Swinging the axe into my deep roots She screams, and pleads, whining for blood Then leave, the remains of what I used to be