I mean here, just take it. I’ll rip my chest wide open for
you. here, reach right in, right behind my heart. Just lay your palm there, so
I can feel it when the muscle pumps. I mean, its totally fine if you want to
run your fingers over my ribs, the blood will stain your fingers, but you have
enough blood on your hands to be used to it. I'm sorry, did that hurt? I guess I
wanted it to. But don’t stop, if you want to plunge your hand down under my
diaphragm, you can. Close your eyes and let them travel to your fingers, so you
can see what I look like from the inside. I know what it feels like to actually
have you under my skin.
You remove your hand and wipe it with the rag beside the
stove. I look down at myself and the rip is larger than when you first came in.
I look at you and hoped there were other things I was worried about.
And when you left, there was no river no matter how hard I
cried. My body heaved and froze like deserts were passing over it. My skin
screamed, it still screams sometimes. I miss you. I want to call you, tell you
to come over. But its like having sex with a ghost. And I don’t need two open
wounds.
I just want my lover back.
I just want my love back.
25th april 2016
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