Send shivers in an envelope
To your loved one, with a note
That quotes a poet in the grave
Whose final words never made the page:
I want to take your heart away;
To hack it from your chest.
To lap your blood; your heart is mine!
Let’s be together for our final rest.
Make her giggle in delight
While you claw at her sea-foam eyes,
And steal the lips you so desire
For from her voice you never tire.
She’ll snarl playfully, and tweak your nose
You’ll steal her fingers and her toes
And stroke her long luscious hair
While whispering words of love and care.
Running through her body are the shivers you sent
Making each strand of hair stand on end;
Excitement courses through her veins
And all you think is “take” and “gain”.
Send shivers in an envelope
To your loved one, your betrothed
Gone are now her ears and nose
You’ve them in a box; the lid is closed.
You watch as she tries on bridal gowns
And smiles and nods, or shakes and frowns
You see a glimpse of ivory skin
You want to take it; you give in.
She cries for once when you rip her apart
And make her bleed, and maim her heart
You peel off her skin, bit by bit
Store it in a pot; preserve it.
She huddles into a small ball
But being skinless is not her fall,
She’s still alive; and though she cries
She feels love when she looks into your eyes.
Send shivers in an envelope
To your bride-to-be, to help her cope
With your wedding, it is today –
She fears she’ll scare the guests away.
Skinless, hairless, an ugly thing,
You’ve stolen all of her beauty
No eyes or ears or lips or nose
No fingers, nerves, not even toes.
She’s a lump of bleeding flesh
Held up by bones together meshed
You even took her thoughtful brain
Her heart’s all that’s left, that is plain.
Blood soaks through the white fabric
You tell her it’s not too tragic;
After all, this is her wedding day;
She’ll be happy and okay.
The wedding never even started;
From your bride’s chest her heart departed,
The urge to take it was too great;
You unburdened her body from that weight …
Send shivers in an envelope
To your new loved one, with a note …
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
Thơ caWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
