Leave Me

Poem.

Tell me, do you see the wine

bottle near the box of flowers?

No, not that one, the one

without a label, near the box

of wilting yellow carnations.

Yes, that one, that’s the one

I keep the petals of redbuds

in. Now, if you’d be so kind,

as to break the bottle, smash

it, and place the edges on my

chest. Right on top my heart.

No my dear, not your left,

your right, my left, can’t you

hear it beat? Yes my dear,

right there, now just slowly

grind it in, just twist, slowly,

ahh, right there, just twist.

 

Stop.

 

Tell me, can you feel the beats

of my life, the way it pounds

on the glass walls. Look into

my weary eyes. Tell me, how

is it that my soul pounds so

defiantly, when my body has

been worn this much. Tell me,

what makes my nature revolt

against my desires to die. Why

can’t I just leave. Tell me, is

the melody of my heart’s cries

beautiful? Listen closely. Now

 

Stop

 

and bring your lips closer. Let

me feed you. Bring your lips

to the mouth of the bottle,

and drink me in. Take me

as I am. Take what makes

me, me, and devour all

that I am. Look into my eyes,

listen to my heart as it beats

each mouthful of me, into

you, and tell me, why you

won’t kill me. Tell me, why

you lock me up, chained

by threads of responsibilities.

 

Stop

 

feeding on me. Stop reminding

me of you. Take the mirror with

you, I can’t break it. Take, the

box of carnations, and leave

me be. Just, let me breathe.

Please, just

 

Go.

Author's Note

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