I imagine a hook
entering my
side
an eye
senses warring
blood and
muscle
nerve endings
frayed
it was a simple
touch,
the hand of a
man
broad and
bearded
rough skinned,
you could imagine
his fingerprints
worn down by
years of
scrubbing
bricks,
building houses
for children to
grow up in
raging walls
instead of
wars,
each goodnight
kiss fiercer
than the
last
the side of
my face
fitting perfectly
into his
thigh
I imagine a hook
gutting me
like a fish
bones pulled
mercilessly apart
spat out of
mouths
stuck
in people's
throats
I imagine a hook
piercing me
blood leaking
out of
a pinprick
ears, eyes
and nose
quietly, very
quietly
it puddles at
my feet
before I pass
out
I imagine a hook
holding me
by the neck
an example,
a terrible
warning
drained and
empty
I imagine a hook
imagining me
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
I imagine a hook
entering my
side
an eye
senses warring
blood and
muscle
nerve endings
frayed
it was a simple
touch,
the hand of a
man
broad and
bearded
rough skinned,
you could imagine
his fingerprints
worn down by
years of
scrubbing
bricks,
building houses
for children to
grow up in
raging walls
instead of
wars,
each goodnight
kiss fiercer
than the
last
the side of
my face
fitting perfectly
into his
thigh
I imagine a hook
gutting me
like a fish
bones pulled
mercilessly apart
spat out of
mouths
stuck
in people's
throats
I imagine a hook
piercing me
blood leaking
out of
a pinprick
ears, eyes
and nose
quietly, very
quietly
it puddles at
my feet
before I pass
out
I imagine a hook
holding me
by the neck
an example,
a terrible
warning
drained and
empty
I imagine a hook
imagining me
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