Witness

I found death at the tips
of your fingers
Laced in a box of forget-me-nots
with knots that strangled my sanctity
Bending me backwards into hell
with wings that resembled horns
And my flesh burned red
at your touch
Perhaps you could say my soul
was on fire
As you scorched me
Taunted me
Changed me into some form of prostitute
Gagging on the reflexes of your heart
Spitting up the emotional bastard seeds
you planted in my belly
Regurgitating madness to some insane rhythm
of hearts bombarding chests

And I never understood why

I could never understand what was so
catastrophic about you loving me
Even when I died for your sins
on a bed shaped like a crucifix
A crown of thorns adorning my logic
Nails piercing and transforming my feelings into
awkward positions
And I died for you every time you said
I love you and didn’t mean it
Every time you left the stench of
possibility on my flesh
Every time you split open my chest
And walked away when I needed you
But your concern shared a bed with
another
Leaving me alone in the lion’s den
to fend for myself
But I have never seen anyone win a battle
with love alone
Yet, apparently, you didn’t care
You watched me rot there
Insides poked and prodded like a crack addict
in the alley of the dead
You watched my tongue cripple
in tears
Folding around the words I couldn’t
bring myself to speak
You watched me in my weakest hour
Witnessed me being devoured
And not once did concern move you
to ask why
You murdered me from the inside out…
And watched me die

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