Sunday, October 2, 2016

Molten Heartbreak

Pulsing thump of heartbeat
Rhythm of the ticking inside your head;
Ever ticking

Your limbs feel weak
Your extremities numb with feeling

It seems your heart draws you far and draws you near
Total death and destruction

Nail-biting, chalk-scraping
bloody fangs venison feast

You are an animal
Daring at every turn to mount your prey and mate

It sucks the life out of you
It wipes your slate clean
It dulls the color of your innards
Your bones turn black.

Searing flesh
Your urge burns like a fire
It settles like coal on your tongue

You self-destruct
because you want to find love.
You pump toxin into your veins.
The syringe is a memory.

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