not one body earns a life
by distancing themselves from the world,
from politics

not one body can be saved
not one body can learn, nor teach

when you bury yourself beneath the battlefield,
you are the first trampled upon

"you've acquired new scars,
birthed since the last time,
i saw you so bare."

   he buries his arousing discovery
into my patchwork skin
kissing each neat slit like they make him want me more
   like the ground within his bones begin to rattle, losing control
forcing him to rip open the barely healed seams and watch my blood pour
his gaunt eyes seeping with lust

"i love you, my girl,
regardless of the controversy you create."
  
  though we know it isn't regardless of,
it's because of
which is why, in 6 months to this date,
when it's time to want me again
exposing me to the slaughterhouse beauty pageant we become
he will discover further harm,
wounds dedicated to his fleeting lust

it's the ache that blossoms between your rib cage
gnawing through all you thought was stone

it's the electricity that needles through your bones
slicing hope of ever holding a steady hand again

it's the violent **** of such a feathered nerve
shredding all that you wish to be settled

and if i splutter complete honesty
i never stopped checking up on you
asking friends of friends who might know a guy
just what it is that's dragging you through

time and time again
we wrung ourselves dry
we'd rather sadly run out of love
than admit we didn't try

"But I'm sad tonight."
I cry, clinging to the soles of your damp leather shoes
"Drop it all and put me first."
I demand, spitting control like blood that I can't bare to lose
"I'm disappointed again."
I sigh, venting a rhyme though my heart knows it can't move
"Nothing changes with you."
I whisper, the blame game being my subtle grand ruse

my courage has escaped me
deserted me, at best
it knew i was no good for long
and ran just like the rest

i bathe in the loneliness
the one i longed for once
the peace and quiet makes me hollow
and i'll admit, i've regretted it since