because late at night,
i made love
with the metallic paintbrush,
that
rose the waves of insecurities within you.
it tore apart my thighs
and plunge itself inside me ,
till
i started to vomit
the red bile
through my wrists.
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it bruised my pale white skin
and drowned me in a sea
where everyone else could breathe.
i screamed and thrashed around
from the inside
and yet
stayed still
like a corpse at its own funeral.
it tore apart
the bones of my soul;
left me to be a hollow mannequin
deprived of every ray of glow.
