The Art on the Living Room Floor


I’d forgotten how to breathe without you, my lung crutch


My shiny exotic lung crutch


Many gazed upon us greenly,


and you fit so well


Gracefully gliding with the unique rhythm of my body


Locking yourself in the finest of my hair-like veins


In times of sorrow, times of tears


You moved with me, shook with my pain


My lung crutch


Within the exciting bounds of love lust and 


Sick sex


The shortness of breath


You sang a song


Elegantly moving me along


i loved you; i held you so close


My lung crutch


I gave you the blue print of my body


"The better to destroy you with my dear"


And now i lie here


Stained with shame,


Screaming your name


Rivers of my blood trace the pattern in the tile underneath me


pieces of confused ribs, broken, still reach for you 


My breasts a meaty pulp


As you stare proudly at the masterpiece you’ve created on the living room floor


Id forgotten how to breath without you,


My lung crutch

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