Numbness.
There is this little tiny empty space in my heart,
I tried to stitch it
but I sewed my tongue instead.
I tried to fill it with art
but I spread blood dead,
tried to cover that part
and has only gotten wide shed.
I get my bleeding heart from my ribcage,
my heart doesn’t stop bleeding.
It continues to bleed into my hands,
hands full of blood,
dire blood coming from its hole.
I put my bleeding heart in a bucket full of cold water,
my bloody heart—
my aching soul.
It is floating,
blood spreads
slowly into the water
until the water turns completely red,
crimson pool.
It stopped bleeding,
lost blood,
went pinkish pale.
Slowly,
sinks into the red water
so it came scarlet once more.
I pull my heart out of the bloody water,
wiped my ruby heart using my white face towel,
threw the now-red soaked towel into elsewhere.
My heart is dry salmon at once
so I put it in my mouth,
chew and eat it.
I spotted my tiny heart floating in the bucket of water earlier,
I don’t wanna see it any longer
that is why I ate it.
Thereafter
I choke on my heart . . .
right away
on the floor it fell,
with my hollow gaze I saw,
my heart is in shambles,
I am in shambles.
I am broke
because of you . . .
I don’t like that in every piece I write
I think of you.
