Fawn

trees enclosed in concrete borders

walls for roots to run parallel

against the tide of shoes shifting

cement nerves tingle like electricity 

reaching downwards hitting nothing

like my voice passing in between your ears

i kill every plant you give me

lose bouquets of flowers to mould and rot

my bed is the floor i sink into 

captured by bedsheets like vines and roots

tying me down

in the overgrowth i rise only for you

to be held in your hands like sand

you let slip away

you are the scientist who will dissect me

with a sickening desire to feel my heart

pump beneath your hand before

you carve it out

and you can tell yourself why the deer jumps

when she hears your camera clicking

but you won’t know what she’s thinking

past the expression on her face

and the sound she makes when you take her