You’ve built me up
Fed my heart to bursting
Pumped my fibrous strands
Till they’re layered and puffy
Filled me to the brim with
Waters of professed love and uncertainty
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You tore me down strip by strip
Sliced my fascia to delicate ribbons
Till I was nothing but gore and bone
Unable to argue with naked logic
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You dug in, tooth and nail
Scratched, in this time-honored art —
Scrimshaw
Wrote for me a new tale with your truth
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You hung my skeleton on your hook
Flayed and splayed like an open book
Locked your basement vault, long-forgotten
I’m naught but myth
Captured in magical word-bound sticks
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Reality transformed into plot
Blurring lines between monster and man
Like Frankenstein or the beautiful Mr. Grey
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Wolves tore the house above to sharpened steaks
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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