If I asked you
would you sever the skin
from your body
layer by layer
and blanket me
in your living flesh?
Maybe the nights would feel warmer.
If I asked you
would you bleed the blood
from your body
value from veins
and feed me
with the liquor that lives in you?
Maybe the pain would taste different.
If I asked you
would you ease your eyes
from your body
sight from sockets
so I that maybe
I could understand your vision?
Maybe the emptiness would look like less
and less
endless
the end of less and less.
I never asked you
but you fucked me over
anyway
to pleasure your flesh
to boil your blood
to darken your eyes
I never asked you!
Maybe
I should have asked
for something more!
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Audio version available on Soundcloud:
https://soundcloud.com/damien-donnelly-2/something-more
Damien B. Donnelly 
This has a lovely cadence to it that belies the power in the words.
Thank you Jane
Love this.
Thank you so much Nicholas
Maybe she never asked you because she knew what would you do hahaha
maybe a hope to have respect for each other shouldn’t need to be spoken, it should be implied
Fantastic writing!
I blush!!! Reading your work, like others here, inspires me to write better! So thank you too!!!
you are awesome and brave 🙂
A very touching poem, Dami. Thank you!
Much love,
Steffi
Thank you my dear! Hope you’re keeping well xx
Intense!