Under the surface

easter one again... a bit weird

What would happen?

If she put her fingers

Around your swan neck

Against the soft skin and squeezed

Making rich beautiful bruises

A delicious plum purple

Would the light drain from your eyes?

The green to grey to nothing

Mouth opens as if to speak

Hand writing, searching aimlessly

You would almost see pain

Her pain

Like the void you opened within her

 

Beneath the water she’d push you

Hair billowing like in the wind

Would you understand?

Know what it is to drown,

Choke on thick spiky love

That water ripping your lungs

Tearing, Destroying

Erasing

Erasing

Erasing

To a blank page

To nothing

To her