Untitled VI

i feel you coming in again
with those small and delicate hands
cascading through my viscera
tearing me apart inch by inch
up my spine and around my ribcage
dissecting me like a high school science project
i feel you searching for something
something to take as a prize, a token of your effort
in the dark, i'm watching you
as you pillage my soul, taking me in small parts
pieces to add to your mantel
trophies for your sadistic heart


burn it up, burn it in
the pit of your stomach
the birth of your tragedy
sunken eyed and hollow
you are nothing to me
you're helping me in ways you could never comprehend
tearing away the softness, disposing of the humanity
leaving me with nothing but the cold
the chill that aches through my bones, begging for your heart
to tear you apart and send you fluttering in the wind

you created me, and i thank you for your hand in my becoming