(based off the show Yellowjackets)

can we fight, for once,
the way real people in real places do?
can we yell at each other
until our throats are raw? 
i have always envied the trees, 
the way they scream,
and i am so tired of not making a sound. 
and can we stop pulling punches,
rip each other into pieces?
small ones,
bite sized—
oh to be consumed by you,
by something shaped like love and rage,
and can we make the fight 
to the death?
i would rather you stop my heart than break it,
i would feed it to you on a platter
if you asked
and i would stay,
always,
the knife you hold
to my throat the only thing standing between us,
keeping us upright,
keeping the world turning on its axis
and the trees swaying in the gentle breeze
while we stand still,
so still,
roots growing out of the soles of our feet,
twisting around our ankles,
burrowing deep in the ground,
reaching, always reaching
until we are forever
intertwined.