Cookie cutter

Let me take you into my arms And hold you like a newborn.

Don’t sit like that. Don’t slouch. Don’t blink like that. I shall pinch your skin So that your back forms the perfect mould for my lips.

Let me smooth out your wrinkles

So that I can forget my own.

Let me tend to you

Until my broken bones are healed.

If you run

My nails will only holder you closer.

The bond between

My dead skin and your living

Is unbreakable.

Let me spoon and shape you, Stretch you out flat And strike you Until eventually you become the cookie cutter.