Shorts: A Collection

3. The Vessel (Poem)

Go on, then, use me. I'm ready and willing.

I'm prepared to be a vessel for destruction and rebuilding.

I want to be hurt and stretched and challenged.

I want to feel every pain and hit and dart of fear so I know I'm part of it.

Make the incision, use the knife, do whatever you want. I won't stop you.

Nobody knows everything that's happened but I assure you there's so much more going on than anyone realises.

It's with me all the time and I can feel the tears growing and swelling.

Hurt me, go on, and see what I do. You have no idea how much I can take.

I want you to do this. You don't realise how deeply I'm invested in this.

There's no stopping the crushing, painful end which is hastily looming.

Ask me questions and I shall answer and all the while I'm imagining what you'll do to me.

Take away my choices so I don't make the wrong ones- tell me what I want.

You have no idea how much I need you and despite the pain it's all-consuming.

I'm here for you. I came to be shredded up and subject to intrusion and that's what I'll willingly endure.

You are worth the pain and tears and I have sacrificed myself to the welfare of you.

You before me, that's the new rule now, and I want that.

I have changed irreparably and my body is damaged in the most peculiar ways.

And yet you don't even know how much I crave you, you don't get it.

Soon you will. Soon you will love me but never with the ferocity of how much I love you.

Born via c-section, 2.20am, 9lbs 12oz, healthy live girl.