He broke my spine down the middle,
folded me between vertebrae
like a grocery list
and carried me to the mountaintop
where the ground is too hard to dig.

He placed me face-down
on a stone where I was no more blind
than I had been all along
to the ways he inflicted injury
and called it love.

Like any good body-breaker,
he remembered to laugh.
To not take too seriously the business
of dismantling me limb by limb
as the vultures wings beat overhead.

I waited in pieces
for them to feast on my flesh
like a holy wafer–
the body and the blood.
I waited to feel their talons,
the violent wanting of me
I had come to know so well.

When the flesh is gone,
let them have the bones, too,
right down to the marrow.
I want them to have it all,
to leave no trace of me.
Let my soul find a home
he won’t recognize.

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Faith Earl

Faith Earl is an MFA student at Monmouth University in New Jersey. She is currently working on a collection of poetry that deals with the human relationship to and experience of loss in all of its forms.