Tall as the sunflowers by the bakery
Heavy as the wind that whistles on the sea
I lay with barren skin, scar-free
Dead and gone at my autopsy
One snake tongue cut opens me up
It's time you face what's underneath
Come read, close-up of my death trap
Which of my organs shall it be?
Never poisoned myself with smoke
Yet behold my lung, jet black
Cause in your soul burns poison oak
I'm ill from breathing your breath
Careful with my heart, when once it was tough
In tatters its pieces hang uneven
Elfin and shy from lack of love
Not one last drop left for bleeding
The examiner terms my liver eerie
Are those letters? What a curiosity
You'd know those words, you spoke them
So long, thought I'm the problem
Starved holes into my belly
You wanted it that way
Said skinny equals beauty
And children must obey
And for the grand finale
Regard the thing you battled most
My maggot infested brain
On anger they might overdose
Fat and round and scathing
Some feast on revenge
Others on pity
Do you ever regret
For even a moment's time
What you did to me
Question marks welded to clemency
Repressed a black and blue memory
Doctor cuts himself on sharpened teeth
Could've killed, but I left your city
Back of my throat, what's it he sees?
My love for you
Flummoxed even the adept expert
Perilous fusion of hatred and need
One no betrayal could've severed
How could I not? It's you who made me
Me
Muted siren scream on my face
As he puts my organs back in their place
That's how it has to be
Even in death you'll be part of me
- Author: weltschmerz ( Offline)
- Published: April 1st, 2024 15:37
- Category: Unclassified
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