I dug my heart out with a spoon
so I'd know
How the bluntness would remind me
of the pain
it blends inside this soupy mix
And then spurts out
with a forked tongue
spiralling around
I'd knife myself in the ribs
scraping along bone
Fingered pain on my blackboard brain
such a searing fuck
I would always remember
why
Why, it was me, that you picked
to grovel for you
You, that speck in the sky
My silent shadow
My painful reminder
The instinctive behaviour in me
would be to run
far away
I don't want to see, what I know
is going to happen one of these
ever -nearing days
But my lungs fill with gasoline
You know, the choking kind
and all I need
is just one
One lighted match
&
in a puff of smoke
I would go
go somewhere
My ashes would assemble
on that spoon
And I'd repeat my life
digging away with that old spoon
to feel the blunt edge of it
all
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