With delicate, yet awkward, fingers I edge my way down my throat And loosen the cut you made on my neck. Nails crawl through my flesh until I hear the strum of my failing violin, cat gut, vocal chords. An ear drum bursting TWANG; Reminiscent of the s c r e a m s You forced from my bones.
My body twists around the thought of your Gaze pounding down my spine. You’ve buried your way into my skin, A burdensome parasite I can’t shake, or dig out. Despite the number of nails I break And bones I dislocate.