A draft

I've been camping the last few days. Did some writing, but mostly reflecting and experiencing, which I think are more important than the actual writing, sometimes. Home alone the rest of the day so I'll be working on things. Here's a draft.

hip bone bruises
always remind me
of you.

Stay away boy,
sickly pale
your hand is cracking down my back

Look at you now
lord knows you've got a smile
but it just won't crack

and I drank you like water
but you went down like fire
lightning clanking at my teeth

So lick your lips and sway your hips
but you're not digging any deeper
into me

In the dirt, we'll dig around
but there's not much left to be found
since you stuck me in the ground
and your head, it's blacker than
your coffee

What will it be this time –
a bullet, or a noose?
cut it loose

You tick like you're name is clock
and today it's just too much to watch
I think I might just let you wind down

and I'd shower you like rain
turn your body into moss
but you're just a sprinkler
so easy to turn off