To The Bone (Poetry)

One night I took a piece of me
and severed it for good
I carved it to an effigy
worm-riddled as old wood

Then set it on a bonfire made
of poems you once wrote
those words grew long and sharp with thorns
they stuck hard in my throat

I bled away all taste of you
my heart a sacrifice
cold ashes scattered to the winds
that spell repeated twice

I’m counted less because of it
while absence worries sore
in chewing right down to the bone
no love could ask for more