I’m intimate with the darkness buried inside me,
with my heart that beats with your pulse
and my blood that carries your name
to my wrecked and ruined lips.
I know the precise shape of your exquisite torment:
of beasts with claws caressing my throat,
of wicked kisses tasting of sweet poison,
of holding myself to your burning pyre.
You have reduced me to this
desperate, flaming, burning creature,
something even less than human,
a molten girl of ash and ruin.
Megan Hamilton is a School Librarian from Bognor Regis, currently studying for her MA in Creative Writing with The Open University. Her poetry has been published in Up! Magazine and Visual Verse. Find her on Instagram and Twitter.