Who is it?

Leaving marks on your
Cheek and jaw, as I
Push your head away
From me, into the mattress,
Your haunches held high,
With twitches and spasms,
You leave this place, grow cold,
And then colder, I finish, as
With hot water and a wash cloth,
I clean your smell and mess
From me, as I grow dizzy and
Slip away, I feel another consciousness
Rising, his name is Patty, an
Avatar much like me as a boy,
He’s already crying – terrified –
Because he knows it’s his task
To take the punishment for my actions.