I Turn My BackA Poem by Ben Taylor
My heart slips easily from my chest,
But is stopped two inches from the cavity
By tendons pulled taunt, attached to my ribs.
I no longer desire this aberration between my lungs.
And so I grip with both hands,
Fingernails scoring gashes in the soft tissue,
And strain until the tendons
Begin to tear.
As they snap
I begin to weep piteously.
I shall eviscerate this emotion
And no longer be affected by such
Paltry afflictions as love or affection.
Such a repulsive, bloody mess I now hold
In these fingers.
I drop it to the earth.
© 2012 Ben Taylor
Added on July 10, 2012
Last Updated on July 12, 2012
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