My Definition of InvasiveA Poem by AGyou know that excitement people feel when they get to dissect their first frog in high school? it's not here but it sure has blood in it.In my hand I hold a scalpel Something I shall use to reclaim your love. Drugged like an animal, I carry your body and lay it on the operating table, This sofa. And gently place the tip of my knife over your chest Specifically, over your left bosom. Meticulously, its incisiveness begins to slice southward. Leaving a trail of wet crimson on your skin. Your foolish doctor then recalls something horridly vital. The anesthesia, of course, to drown the pain. Most surely it hurts but you did not even flinch. Belatedly, I feed you the pain-killer. Through your eyes. So we could proceed. And that you could be mine to break open. My hands circumvent that line of red And dexterously shape it to the assume the form of a massive, bloody excavation. A chiaroscuro of vessels and flesh embraces me. Black blood pulsates through razorwire veins and muscles. How shall my fingers make it through? Ah, your parts may be solid but their construction is weak. Loose enough for my digits to dismantle. I pull them out one by one to make way So my extremeties could traverse. A black hole now occupies your ventral body . Now gaze upon your beautiful heart beating listlessly. Fastened only by your ribs. I scoop the mass of blood-pumping muscle and bring it to the light. So icy yet fluid so warm. I hold them close to my ears and listen with ecstasy. Like a dadaist's work, it all made sense As it conveyed no dub-dub-dub's or beating human sounds of any sort. Just tick-tock-tick's. I think of wristwatches and time bombs. This symphony tells me that you are nobody's heart but mine once more. © 2011 AGFeatured Review
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Added on January 12, 2009Last Updated on June 17, 2011 Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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