he tore, he wore and ran to me, and tried to eat my brains
the sun and fun that came before, were drowned out by the rains
he left my guts spilling out and a hole inside my head
he left my heart spilling out and left me lying dead
the life that once was part of me had been turned down to scraps
it melted down and seeped out through the earth’s loving cracks
he crushed my light pink lungs and i gasped out a last breath
he gouged out both my eyes, now with the haziness of death
he threw my body to the lake but i floated to the top
blood spilled out of my body but i floated to the top
few citizens of the town saw me floating away that night
but they didn’t report the body, too much of a sight
they blamed me for the fact that i was there, floating dead
they assumed that it was me, with the hole inside my head
upon my blood full of justice, fully full of red
upon my eyes full of revenge, fully full of dead
this is my 122nd poem, written on 9/1/24. it took me three years to be able to write this