she said to ****** your darling
she said to push a knife through my chest
and let the blood spill
so she could have my heart
on a plate
the night was silent
coiling around my skin
like a dead lover
and I could feel your hand
sliding into my ribcage
unplugging the wires from within
leaving me
cold
snow-white cold
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
Your image in my eye
dries and dies;
what could live in this desert place of mine?
One day you’ll have the death of me
splattered all over your stark-white shirt
the most soft and tender breath
could be lost on your face.
-She’s sitting between crumbled sheets,
bones squeaking like a cat;
the illusion of happiness-
I could never stitch you back
head and heart and limbs together
properly joined-
it would take more than my life
to make you whole again.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 4:29 AM UTC