I touch your chest.
Scraping your skin off with my fingernails,
Layer by layer.
Meticulously.
I reach in.
Slowly snapping the bones back,
Rib by rib.
I watch you breathe.
This is the part I love,
Feeling your heartbeat.
It keeps perfect time.
The blood gushing, it's poetic even.
I take my finger, slightly pressed to the beat.
You're gorgeous like this.
Under the smallest push of my finger.
This won't be clean.
I wrap my hand around the source of it all.
I twist, tug, and pull. You love it.
I take you in the palm of my hand.
Still beating, still vibrant, so beautiful.
I bring you to my lips, and I kiss you one last time.
I swear I can taste you in between my teeth, raw still.
And this time you stain my lips red.
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC
I touch your chest.
Scraping your skin off with my fingernails,
Layer by layer.
Meticulously.
I reach in.
Slowly snapping the bones back,
Rib by rib.
I watch you breathe.
This is the part I love,
Feeling your heartbeat.
It keeps perfect time.
The blood gushing, it's poetic even.
I take my finger, slightly pressed to the beat.
You're gorgeous like this.
Under the smallest push of my finger.
This won't be clean.
I wrap my hand around the source of it all.
I twist, tug, and pull. You love it.
I take you in the palm of my hand.
Still beating, still vibrant, so beautiful.
I bring you to my lips, and I kiss you one last time.
I swear I can taste you in between my teeth, raw still.
And this time you stain my lips red.
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