not edgar allan poe

abductee

Take me up.
High, high, high.
Past the stars, but not quite past Jupiter.

Sever my limbs from my body;
will my fingers still feel your phantom touch?

Rip my stomach open and take out not organs, but the deep, deep pit of sadness and grief from within.

Pull my heart from in between my lungs.
It has taken enough stabs to be desensitized to touch.

Cut my brain out from inside my skull.
Tear out all the memories I still have of you.

Keep me in this unidentified flying object until I bleed out what they couldn't touch;
what you touched like no one else did