Fire Wood

I broke and bended

every single last branch I had,

Which wasn't many - 

being so new

Yet you inflicted 

death by a thousand cuts,

And I bled sap from every wound.

Hollow

I became

so hollow

A becoming that had begun becoming,

from when I found my eyes under which to become

Hollow

You dried me out

Like chillies on a sunbaked street,

Here I stood,

Drained

empty

Dry

Ready to be burned.