Steady Diet of Glass

A mouthful of glass a day. Not the ideal diet, but the one you chose when you betrayed my trust.

Im sinking into sweet sleep.
You drown in my anemia.
Take this shard of glass
Stained with your image,
And free me of the nauseating twinge
Saturating my consciousness.

Chew well.
Let the glass drag against your teeth,
Gouge a hole in your tongue.
Swallow gently, and save yourself
The pleasure
Of that burnished crystal rending
Your esophagus open on the way down.

When the bruises and scrapes heal,
Ill still be maggot-filled.
While you wimper and lick your wounds,
My corpse bursts from infection.
Cry for your pain at my committal.
My throbbing, feverish existence is over.
The grating sensation never leaves,
Just becomes more mundane.

Reviews

[jessicamarie19]

I don't know if I have ever used the word "morbid" as a compliment, but there's a first time for everything.
Poetry is not about rhymes or rhythms. People like to think it is. But really, it's about layers. It's about using words that the average non-writer knows and uses regularly (or sometimes maybe don't... I think I saw a "usurp" in one of your pieces!) and flipping them upside down or backwards and using them to look at something in a whole new way. Specifically, I like how you did that with the word "anemia". There are a lot of layers to the meaning of that word amidst this setting.

[Friend of a Friend]

The description is so good and I felt every emotion so clearly. Very well done!

[Calypso]

Very morbid and full of pain.