The bloom of bruises
laid across your lovely bones.
Your Shoulder Blades.
Your Collar Bones.
Your Ribs.
Your Hips.
Rip you asunder
under the covers.
I will tear you apart if you let me.
Fervent flesh.
Slash your heart into pieces
that will fit in my pocket.
I'll take the pieces out later
Viscid blood
pouring out my pocket.
To remind me where my own heart is.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 6:29 PM UTC
The bloom of bruises
laid across your lovely bones.
Your Shoulder Blades.
Your Collar Bones.
Your Ribs.
Your Hips.
Rip you asunder
under the covers.
I will tear you apart if you let me.
Fervent flesh.
Slash your heart into pieces
that will fit in my pocket.
I'll take the pieces out later
Viscid blood
pouring out my pocket.
To remind me where my own heart is.
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