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--














Comments
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"All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle." Ralph Waldo Emerson
comparing a women to pandoras box...well that is quite a comparison
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Ive come to the conclusion that life is just one big joke being played on me. Ha, and you're all in on it
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