I cut her heart out with rusty fingers
a pair of scissors
construction paper

wrapped in tin foil

no glossy finish

let's sky dive through paranoia
taking the short route to free fall
hitting terminal velocity
spiraling into the sun

and she said
forget about religion
no one can witness this crime
scene

convention

retroactive through radiation
it isn't poisoning
it's a precious metal

I'd peel away the first of her skin
the fist of her face
from the enduring incision
maybe she's pregnant with self-loathing

I hear the child scraping at the door
the valves of her heart
can't open any further

her face is callous with remorse
but I've already burnt away her sternum
the brow of her forehead
is caving from too much pressure

guess I'll save the parachute
she can't follow any further
there's a rush of escaping air

as her last breath echoes

in the hollows of her netherworld

she wasn't Pandora's box

just another trinket on the way
she a size excluded from
and her cells are just confetti

--deathforgets ~ copyright 2005--