Ivory Knife

A Poem by anaisbelieve

cut out the feeling
with no compassion
make a statement
with no inflection
just do it quickly
so i don't see i'm
at your mercy
i'm not keen on
begging.
cut out the needing
with blades with
handles made of ivory
i hate becoming
when chaos is forming
me
every blue breath is
mocking the sun set
i can't bear the beauty
i can't bear your absense
i'm not fonder just
rejected, and in an
ether state of mind
collecting compliments
or biding time for when
i die, that's when you
matter. when you force
others to view mortality,
it is what breaks the dam
in me, and now i need to
forget the i and go back to
you,
too lovely and too delicate
boned much too ethreal
for this world, and my touch
my bloody impatient rush,
my ever clumsy concealing
lust. it's like a snake that
slithered and you are
holding the skin shred, the
red sinew slides in a bid
to revolt and fascinate you
to enable you to do the task
i need you to
cut out the feeling
with no compassion
it sounds like whining
it sounds so grating so
make a statement
with no inflection
just do it quickly
so i don't see i'm
at your mercy
i'm not keen on
begging.
i'm not a dog.
i don't want your
bone