livid blue affection

a grey-eyed longing
tucks me in every morning
frayed, corners bitten
on jagged sleep, at night
my mind, a row of razor teeth,
nipping at your face,
a low-lighted montage
of who you were from the way
i see you now, in decoupage,
all around the inside
of my skull, punctured
to a point of spilling us out,
so i hold my breath,
i barely move,
but the livid blue affection,
deflates to a question,
shaped like a rat-bitten heart