lancet

A Poem by anne elizabeth

In the agony of getting over you
I've given up so much of me

Bloodletting my soul to release the sickness
still incubating within the places you touched

I'll flush her out too, the one who adored you
she's prone to forgetting and hiding it all

With rage and sorrow and palpable regret,
I'll bleed till your gone and surely she'll follow

dismembering this pain to start numbly anew,
part of me for all of you