Cruel intentions

One tiny pinprick
In the center of my chest
Shouldn’t be the opening
For removing a vital organ
But that was all you needed
You cruel intentions
To thread the bloody fibers
-unraveling as you go-
Out into the suffocating light of day
Only to shriek in the sunlight
-gray though it may be-
And sizzle into ashes
O you cruel intentions
Why so slow?


One thought on “Cruel intentions

  1. I really like the metaphor of one’s heart being unraveled through a hole in one’s chest. Slowly and torturously. Well done.

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