My maker was new to his craft.
He made the walls too thin
And my insides too hollow
And then he filled his work with an unnameable thing that is ever expanding.
There is so much of it that nothing else can exist.
I know he tried his best,
And everyone has to start somewhere
Even gods
But the walls are still too thin
And it’s inevitable-
When he puts me in the fire to finalize his creation
I will explode
And I will break everything and everyone that happens to be in the fire with me.
xxx
There is a certain freedom in taking down everyone that gets too close.
No one will remember what you did because they were never alive enough to witness it.
xxx
Anger, pointed at me
All sharp edges and bared teeth
I take the knife from you
Gently
And finish the job myself
xxx
This is not the first time my heart is ripped out of my chest.
I cannot stop it either way.
I do not know who places it back each time.
Maybe it is me,
More resilient,
More determined than I remember being.
My body wakes with a start as if trying to shock me back to life.
I let routine take over for me
As I try to claw my way out.
I reach and I reach and I reach-
But there’s a hole in my chest
And I feel the absence beating.
Caving inwards,
I gasp for air that never fills my lungs
And I cry for a love that is always just out of reach.
xxx
Your pack a day will not save you
When the house goes up in flames.
I hug you to keep you close.
I love you so much I am trapping you in my arms.
The fire surrounds us and the smoke enters our lungs and you will go down with me
Willingly
Unwittingly