We exchanged our gifts, I gave a tiny piece of death. Fingers in my mouth extracting every shallow breath. I received a photograph, a new ghost in my bed, and letters meant for someone else. This word you taught me makes more sense.

Just treat me like I'm nothing, maybe god herself could strike me down. I've heard that heaven's waiting for an angel. Treat me like I'm nothing, only god herself could want me now. I've heard, heaven's waiting. Darling, you're a parasite, but I'm your gracious host. You'd maintain your innocence with your hand around my throat. It recurs in images, a ghost that doesn't sing. What's the matter, honey girl? Are you scared that you might feel something? Treat me like I'm nothing. Come on, coward. Hunt me down like an animal. Please, sweetheart. Hold me down, like an animal. I broke every vessel that has ever graced your lips. A minute on the mattress, or a lifetime on the hips. Kissing apparitions, just a new ghost in my room. Falls into position like you taught me everything I knew. Just treat me like I'm nothing. Please. Please. Please.