Weakling – Luz Aida Rodriguez

October 25, 2025

I want to get lost
inside of the monster
that is devouring you.

You open me up
and feather me with your wings
while we play
these little games.

This bleeding heart of mine —
massacred
for my weakling.

This monster,
bent at your knees
I won’t let go
until you tell me to leave.

That game that we played together
We never played fair.
Oh saint
of a laughing dove,

You consume me
with open arms,
But you’re never there.

Love,
cooing in its cages.