To Be Domesticated

By Georgia Bowan

You and I could raise a baby.

It would have big blue eyes like the ones in your skull. Buy a house, hang chimes on the balcony. Shower together in the mornings, cling to each other's bodies when we slept at night.

No more lonely bone crunching against lonelier bone.

I would kiss your neck and collarbones all the way down your heaving chest. I wouldn’t need any of this medication, I’d stopping paying to feel like I exist.

You’d be too handsome for me, people wouldn’t know what to think.

I know you’ll make beautiful children with whoever you one day chose. I can see it now in front of me, ten bitter years down the line. I’ll overdose in a park at twenty-nine, get dug up by some stranger’s dog.

And she will be a mesmerising flesh vessel that perfectly compliments you.