Adequate Warning

Beware, for I will take him.
There will be no fight;
he will come to me
willing though wary
as a child to a stranger,
but he will come.

The nearer to me he gets
the faster you will vanish.
Your shared history,
your acres of secret smiles,
I am afraid to say,
will count for nothing.

I will scent my pillow, and I will
stir his mind with my eyes.
While you keep looking the other way
I shall create fresh memories.

I strongly suspect that you
will barely witness the vanishing.
I shall suck away his skin
and when I am through
you may take him back.

He will be as bones.

You will consider this a gift.


- Liana Hemmett