Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Chronicles Of A 20-Something, Late Night Poem.

I enjoy the way your heart beats underneath my dirty fingernails.
Like the wax in my eardrums
I get stuck
In you
On you
With you.
Like heavy hands on a soft piano,
Gently touching you so you don’t awake…
Or break.


I want to split you open and
Cut your arteries into pieces
Like a bloody piece of steak,
Dripping down my arms
...Seeping into my skin.


It wouldn’t be so bad, ya know.
Tasting you
Eating you…
Without the sauce or
The hurt.


It wouldn’t be so bad to bleed
On something or someone else who
Doesn’t mind holding you without


Lauren Hamilton (c) 2009

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