The scalpel was invisible
a ghost in your hand
while you kissed me
it slipped between my ribs
when you tickled me
with your laughter
Your touch soothed me,
tears washed the blood
while your fingers snipped
my heartstrings
your voice singing
sweetest lullabies
I never felt the blade
Suction cleans the wound
I hear its hiss and gurgle
a sine wave bleeps
and through the open door
an organ carrier leaves
in stiletto heels
I see the scalpel now
the keen edge
protruding from my chest
the anesthesia is fading
and nothing soothes
the hole where I let
you live in me
Close the door
I feel cold
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About the Creator
Eron Kaye
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Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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