You burned a hole in my heart Where the arteries flow. And the veins are blocked like gutter drains, No one can pass - through the Red Sea, A no go area. A hairline fracture into a million capillaries, Split arteries to take each feeling individual to the tips of my skin. Still covered beautiful but a nails cuticles, Impaled on a cross resembling a torso. Hollow bones that play like xylophones In the tombs of hidden organs that echo & resonate through the decay of a necrophiliacs playground. Dislocated limbs swing round a rib cage, Splinters shatter the skin revealing the droplets of blood that pour like rain and tears combined. Twist past as they gloop through a cutlets spine. Always on my mind, always on my mind. Cobwebs of memories, Embedded in a decayed gut, Dug up like skeletons in cemeteries to find the remedy or medicine to plug the bullet shaped holes you made in my heart.
Part of a six piece series I'm considering posting over the following weeks inspired by the song climbing up the walls by Radiohead - a feeling that never left me.