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Your body now like a burnt-out car

A shell

A black crumbling skeleton of what once was

Staring at your charred remains

I can still picture the look of despair on your face

As I pulled off the duct tape

Only a quarter of your ribs remain intact

And teeth lay near your spine from having swallowed them hours earlier

You shouldn’t have fought so hard

Shattered skull, one broken fibula and one tibia to match

You wouldn’t give up, so neither did I

Looking at what’s left I know I made the right choice

I couldn’t let you go to the rats and the wolves

You had to be all mine

You lay here empty, abandoned like a doll at the side of the road

Who’s lost her clothes and an appendage or two

Just laying on the bare floor in the barn

You’ll keep me satisfied for weeks

Worshiping what is left