10 fingers and 10 toes

a prose MRI

My mouth is a smoking gun

loaded with bullets

created from our

deviations from divine decadence

 

My heart is crystalized black soot

the product of a bleak childhood

and past attachments

to emotionally unavailable men

 

My eyes are red and dry

squeezed shut as I sit hunched over,

scribbling furiously,

screaming simple sorry's and regret's

 

My mind if twisted and gnarled

mimicking destroyed metal and shattered

glass from a vehicle being

hoisted onto a pick-up in the darkness

 

My hands are open,

bare and naked

Stark white in the darkness

Desperate for your touch

 

 

Reviews

[Amy]

Wow,
This is so well written.
I love all the emotion you used!
Nice work! x