The Anatomy of A Love Song

I’ve always watched movies where men hit on women and told them they could make sweet music with them.

I’ve imagined them ripping out her ribs 

To make xylophones 

Gorging out her heart

Using it as a metronome 

Taking her teeth 

To make maracas 

Cutting out her lungs 

To make bagpipes 

Breaking her fingers and toes 

To use as keys to a piano 

Tearing off her hands 

Clashing them together like cymbals 

Plucking her hairs

To use as strings in his violin

Men can be musicians at times 

Playing a woman to her very death