Secrets

I gave you my secrets, tiny bones scattered on the grass
clad in blood and flesh, inside – boiling doubt and fury

I gave you my secrets, talons of the bear, teeth of the wolf
torn from the maw, to feed to night; to fill the hungry well of nightmares

I gave you my secrets, feathers of the wild bird
plucked with trembling fingers, rain-stained; snow-covered

we built a grave for them, a tombstone among the trees
decomposing under the moss

while you let the fire in
crawling slowly, licking them with passion
thirsty for rot, swallowing the skulls hidden underneath