You swallow me whole like I am nothing but a bite-sized entree,

Make me feel inconsequential.

The digestion of my words are slow,

Tumbling down your throat.

Grasping at your vocal cords,

Trying to gauge a reaction.

Your stomach acid slowly dissolves my feelings,

The raw ache is evident in the way my bones hurt.

I want to latch onto your heart with two hands,

Make my grip lethal,

And separate the one thing still intact.

How lovely it must be to have one,

The color of my deep red lips.

A heart beating to a glow of tormenting the victims of your disturbance.

When you finally spit me out,

I will be sure to take your vocal cords with me.

Make you feel as in inconsequential as you did to me,

I will choke the voice from you.

Wrap it in my hands and crush it,

Pick you apart like you are nothing more than an old teenage love.

I will leave you with a hurricane of feelings,

A mess of a person bundled up in a blanket full of a girl you broke

For your own entertainment.

I'll take your right like you did mine and stomp down with heavy burdens,

Bury it 6 feet under and walk away.

Just like you did.