In my heart, there’s a tiny fissure
Wedge your fingers, rip it open,
make me bleed

You know just what I need

My love is buried
beneath my bruised skin
and memories
of my father’s clenched fists

But it’s there

Cut me up like a pair of scissors
Hold me close and stab me
where I cannot reach

But you have to dig deep

You have to dig deep

Dig deep

DIG