you are a pressed flower
inbetween my favourite novel
shrivelled but adored
when you start to fall apart
I will cement you back together
and bury you internally
a bird within my ribcage
and your heartbeat will be the train
that runs underneath our home
where we will exist prematurely
and if my venom starts to seep
and blacken your soul
hold me under the water
until I am still, kind
and pure.