#1
I let you cut me
once too often with your blunt
indifferent knives
#2
I let you undo
me as easily as a
newly stitched zipper
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the bridges you burnt
the lessons not learnt
the ill will you earned
your lonely returned
unkindness you raised
all caught in a haze
your face starts to fade
you forgot-
the demons
always
need to be
repaid
#1
I let you cut me
once too often with your blunt
indifferent knives
#2
I let you undo
me as easily as a
newly stitched zipper
and did you
think that
I lacked the being?
that
I wouldn’t take
the sharp/en/d
of this
pen,
stab you
right
through
your throat
your lungs
your heart
with it?
eventually
impaling you
as
self righteously
as you have
continually demanded.
so you
raped
the goddess-
tore down her
mighty house
of pillars
with all your
force.
you could not know it
at
the time –
but you helped
her to trap
you
in the broken toothed columns
and walls of
her
old temple.
forever you will feel
beauty belief
bricked built
broken.
lost.
She has her
quiet
revenge.
i watched you stretch
out your hand
and,
as
carelessly
as if it were
a weed,
pluck my heart
from
my chest.
i remember that
you held it
up to the
sun,
seemingly admiring the
red gleam glisten
faint
pulsation
until it
finally stopped.
bright shine viscera
dangled from
your fist
like tendrilled
roots,
my soul
clinging
like mud tied
dirt.
in the
old days
i might have
pegged you out,
staked you
spreadeagled,
left you
for the elements
and the birds-
tight stretched skin
and flesh
eventually turned to
sinewy connections
stripped
clean
clear,
reducing you
and me to
the bony basic
points
we all come
down to.
