I am bearing my heart to you
Heave
Pulse
Heave
Heave
I am bearing my heart to you
my hands are bloody
Pulse
Heave
I hear you.
Porcelain boy under pressure
I can hear you stirring.
Chittering of veneers
I am bearing my heart to you and
It wasn’t right
Not for fault of your hands
Not for fault of your need to tend open wounds
Stitching my gaping chest together while I press my
Pulse
Beat
Red thing against your chest and
Pulse
You keep tending to my wound
Licking like a dog
sewing sewing stitching
An air bubble into my body
I could cry for you to be rougher
To bite into me with your feline eyes
I could weep for your hurt on my jaw
Nothing will become of it
Ever the sweet thing you
Beat
Skip
Bearer of my core
you’ve cared for me in a way that’ll line my bones
But the stagnant air is breaching my throat
And I will be empty a little longer,
my hands will drum along all the same
You have not torn me in two,
though the patchwork sears all the same
Heave
Pulse
Heave
Seam rippers
maybe pliers
Detangling, undoing your
Pulse
In my chest
Shards of porcelain churn out like tears of rain