The Butcher's Floor

The best way i could describe a recent heartbreak

Her voice whispered the words

She spoke so eloquently

The use of my name made the wounds deeper

Like a surgeon’s scalpel

She sliced and diced

Along dotted lines

The bladed tongue walked

Drawing out the red

While acting as though I was dead

 

Those Lines created by bitter arguments

Rebounding words which gave birth

To malicious thoughts

And cruel intentions

Those intentions became my reality

 

A reality so stark that

It created a void

Within my being

Into which empty emotions pooled

Life force leaked from the wounds

So artistically carved

To resemble a broken love

A portrait of red and black upon a naked chest

Tears tried to wash it away

But it ended up instead

Staining the soul

 

The surgical precision

Became malevolent destruction

As mender became carver

And lover became something less

With innards turned to a grisly mess

 

I watched through watery eyes

As scarlet puddles formed

With blood running

And seeping into every crack

And every dark corner while still

Encircling the shattered remains

Of my once brilliant

House of emotions

 

By the time my eyes cleared

She’d gone and left me there

With a broken heart

Upon the butcher’s floor

Reviews

[Spencer Bridges]

I like the sliced and diced line a lot and the last section does a good job wrapping up the poem