Vestigial LoveA Poem by Ryan
Inspired by Atreyu's "Demonology and Heartache".
Your delicate hands
Methodically break each of my ribs.
The pain echoes in my head, and with each
My heart flutters.
Bit by bit, those beautiful, dainty fingers,
Rend open my chest.
You progress at a leisurely pace;
Slow enough to
savor the sensation.
My blood pools at your feet.
So long as your hand
Is the intruder,
I will yield my blood.
Should I be screaming in agony?
A foreign hand palms the
Very organ that keeps me alive.
The truth is this:
The moment your hand squeezed my heart
I took my first breath.
Please! Take my useless,
Calloused heart. I’m dead
With or without it.
What good is an unused heart?
Tear the abomination out of my chest
Let me take my last
I’ll sleep well, knowing
You are the one who robbed me of it.
© 2011 Ryan
Added on March 15, 2011
Last Updated on March 27, 2011
AboutCollege student interested in poetry, but too shy to admit it. My poetry is a little dark sometimes, and other times it is very lighthearted. All of the poems I have up are here to be reviewed. Ev.. more..