i want to taste the salt in your heart :
but you are a fictional fantasy
a fallacy
a prank pulled on me by Fate
you have been pried with a rusty crowbar
from the inside of my skull where you were hiding &
hibernating
now you’re fulfilled only by polluting and petting my brain with
day & night dreams of cigarettes & screeching feedback
& boys with ***** calloused hands & heavy eyebrows ;
you are a figment of my fractured imagination

your knife is glinting : recently polished
& i can see my eye reflected in the metal

you can feel his teeth scrape on your bones
your flesh tears & your sinews  s t r e t c h  and snap apart
& your blood runs down his face in rivers ;
it drips on the cement to be washed away by the rain
& soon there is no trace of you left behind