a cracked, frozen mouth splits
into an odd smile
'have you come for me?' i ask,
but your lips have been sewn shut;
silver strands of thread delicately
weave across the expanse of the
puckered skin to remedy the tongue
they have cut off in the name of faith
i cannot breathe as your fingers wrap
around my gossamer throat
hands dive deep into my chest as you
pull out the lungs and crush them in two
you force an eye out of its socket
and grab me by the face
'you were blind,' you tut as you toss
it beneath your heel and watch the juices squeal
next is my heart, it spills out in shards
but you do not mind—you continue to ravage
and devastate my innards as liquid, violent fire
is released from the cavity and chars my body
until it is a mess of vile gore that i cannot recognize
your eyes are like the stars and your skin
is built from the remains of the dying sun
so i cannot understand
how a being this celestial
is the right hand man of iblis
have i done wrong, my love?
what made you look at me and decide
a mere poet deserved to be hollowed out
to stop her from looking at you and seeing
the heavens in your golden irises?
i think that maybe i do not deserve love
perhaps i am doomed for an eternal, endless search
that will swallow a millennia whole
i have lived before, i am sure
it tires me to think that i have not found
love in any life
and upon my deathbed, i still do not feel hate
i just wonder
will you kill me in the next lifetime too?
