You insert your hand into my body,
leaving myself willing,
open,
and exposed.
Oh how easy the transaction is.
Creating a gaping cavity in my chest.
Breaking apart my ribcage,
pushing aside my diaphragm.
You are as invasive and personal as can be.
No matter,
for I have done to you the same.
I have caressed your heart,
and coddled it in my palms with care.
Now you wrap your fingers around my mine,
as I trust you not to crush it.
Just as you did I.
But darling,
somehow,
I feel the blood filling my lungs.
The flavor of it is rising into my sinuses.
The realization horrifies me.
Why,
you are ripping me apart!
I feel my arteries bursting open.
Veins tearing.
Muscles shredding.
Your fingers are gouging me out.
I am buried deep under your fingernails.
The blood is flowing through my tear ducts,
the viscous liquid warming my cheeks as it streams down.
Oh,
How hollow I feel.
The cold breeze whipping through this cavity of mine.
This orifice that is now me.
This emptiness that is now me.
What have you done to me,
my love?
Is it still appropriate to call you that?
As I watch your back slump away into the darkness,
leaving behind a trail of my blood?
Yes,
your back.
Only your back.
You don't even bother to look at me,
as I am simply disregarded.
Your apathy makes me sick as you walk over my carcass.
...
Now I lie.
Now I wait.
Taking my breath
Along with your gait.
A valuable lesson I learned
One lover too late
Now forever sealing my fate.
Now all I do
Is pray
For the light to slowly dissipate.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
