By: Tyree Jackson

A heart, beating in

your grimy hand

pulsating to rhythmic beats

underneath your skin.

 

Streams of blood flowing

from its chambers, seeping through

your tense grip.

                           

The gaping hole in

my chest.

 

You've stolen me.

 

Arteries dangling,

still dripping what's left

of my life upon the floor.

 

I stare,

I stare into

the abyss of your eyes,

(I am scared)

then at the smirk upon your face.

(I cry)

 

The misery upon my face.

(tears glistening in my eyes)

trickles down to my chapped lips.

 

I run,

I run towards you

down the long hall

holding what's left of

air in my inflated lungs.

 

Numbness creeps within me,

my knees buckle; I fall.

 

Resting on my stomach,

stretching my arm out for

my heart back.

 

I exhale

 

Screaming from a tongue less mouth,

 

Your shadow dilates my pupils.

consuming me

 

making sorrowful tears turn crimson.

poisoning me

 

While I scream,

from a tongue less mouth,

Praying for a savior of my soul.

 

To heal the wounds

I hold.

 

And return me back to the place

where I wasn't alone.

 

He continues to stare

that sinister smirk still upon his face

And with my heart, motionless in place

 

I fade,

I fade away from the man he

was frightened to see.

 

And mold into a sculpture he

imagined me to be.

 

Nothing.