Oh, Heartless
(And the Bend of Your Knuckles Against My Ribs)
Do not dampen me
with spared feelings
and white lies,
meaningless words,
and gentle coercion.
Drown me in honesty
heavier than oceans,
emotions bluer than flame,
Suffocate me with
a thick black smoke,
So thick I can bite chunks from
the desire that chokes me.
and as you rip the rug
from under my feet
do it so I may land on my back,
and watch as you leave.
I deserve to feel all of this.
The tips of your fingers
between my breasts,
the bend of your knuckles
against my ribs,
the warmth of your palm...
your knee brushes my thigh, as you kneel for balance.
and I can hear the
drip
drip
drip
as you walk away
with my heart in your hand.
Funny, how I am the heartless one now.
About the Creator
Linxi Van Romanovski
An obsession with origin stories, I write and rewrite my own. I don’t need a happy ending, I just need to know there is something else, something other than this. Give me something worth believing.
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