I have fresco chips
Stuck under my nails
I think I like it
The green pigment sinks
Through
Into my blood stream
It circulates through my body
Into my mind
I cannot stop thinking
Remembering
The feel of your texture
The humor in your tongue
A man
Whose laugh
Haunts me
Plays with words
Jabs my heart
And then smiles
So crooked
So twisted
I should run
I should hide
But I cannot venture
You are squeezing
My heart
Blood squirts
Out between your fingers
You say you don’t want me
You say that I am not needed
But you don’t let me go
You cover it in plaster
Unfinished
You put it away
Dust covers it
Maggots eat at it
I move on
I walk on
Trying to smile
Trying to breath
Denying
That I am empty
Hollow
Shallow
Waiting for you
To walk through
The door
Grab me
Hug me
Love me