She gripped the stomach in her talons and pulverized it
   until the victim was gasping for air
and then its jaw dropped open
and saliva spilled out
   as its forehead wrinkled in the most unpleasant of ways
and it sat there in its car
and then it uttered a noise
a noise incoherent and pathetic and gut-wrenching
and in that moment humanity didn't matter
the victim reverted back to its animalistic ways
and tried to **** in air through constricted canals
and it coughed in between its heaving
and spit flew from it's mouth
and its stomach tried to jump from its body
but the trachea wouldn't allow it
and the sobbing continues until the victims head rolls to the side
and it's eyes shut
and it's all over
for now

Lying in bed she feels his touch
                                            in the crook of her waist
A heavy arm in the space between
                                            her ribcage
                                                   and hip bone.
She feels his hand,
                     gently on her shoulder,
                                             with fingers encasing her rotary cup.
She feels the weighty rise and fall
                                                   of his
                                                             b
                                                                 r
                                                                    e
                                                                       a
                                                                           t
                                                                              h
                                                                                  sooth her back to sleep.
She feels it all,
                       but, upon turning,
                                                      finds nothing but apathetic sheets.

The entryway to the soul.
The root of warm feelings and kind eyes.
The enemy.

So why had it happened?
Was it a simple mistake derived strictly by folly?
Not a chance.
It was premeditated, but
The words still stammered forward, sharp and jagged.

My poor mouth,
  teeth
Trying to cut sentenced short
  tongue
Gagging on expanded syllables,
  but my larynx
Still snaking words up past
  my uvula

I wished to lap the fragmented sentences back into my empty stomach,
but they had spilled forward,
                                  dried,
                                  and hardened,
like blood pumped through the body too long and finally exposed to outside air.

It was I who enslaved me,
  And you who set me free.

You stole my warmth
  When all I wanted was the cold.

You drank all my glucose
  And left me bone dry

But I like the bitter,
  And I like the bite

Because things are much safer
  Up at this height.

So I bid you adieu
  And curtsy from above.

I do ask one thing though, my love,
  Keep my heart, for I have no use for it now

An emotionless temptress
  With vengeance behind these eyes.

My homework is done
But my mind won't go numb
It's pulsing with words and writhing with consonants
I can't seem to keep my fingers from this keyboard
I have nothing to say
And no reason to at all
But still the spastic ******* on these moist keys continues

And now her mind is numb
  and the atoms take the blade (or the toothpick)

And they press firmly into the wrist
  they do it for they know no better

They have no mind, or mother, for lessons now
  and the atoms take her down the hall

In the bathroom, above the porcelain
  eyes stare at the wall

And the mind grows anxious
  and the lungs ask for air

The stomach lining fizzes
  and the fingers slip down, bare

And seconds turn to minutes
  as eyes begin to drown

And down goes the anxiety
  as well as the sludge, brown

All is dizzy in a head too alone
  so she sits for a moment

To bury the bone
  and walks from the bathroom

With a secret
  and a *moan

Years since you kissed my forehead.
                            slept in my bed.
                            pushed me against the wall.
All slowed to a crawl after just one night.
The night I said no; you took it a little too far.
My skin exposed, but my soul stayed closed.
My mind is a private safe, in which only one holds the key.
But, Darling, it's not you,
And, Dearest, it's not me.