Soft Destruction

What a tender, dead thing she is

What a soft destruction in her eyes
The way that they see you is like water
Slowly eating away at the earth
Carving canyons into your skin
They look at you, her eyes,
And they tear it all apart
Piece by piece by piece
And she keeps it all for herself because she has nothing left
You become dust that floats in her veins
She breathes you in
But no one ever taught her how to let go
And so you settle deep into her lungs
And make friends with the remains of those she broke before you