A Poem to Go Along With the Gritty
CSI
Entrails distend from broken limbs
Brains are spattered, bits of matter
Blood pools at my fingertips
Limp, dead things
Like me
Red light and I am the district
Whoring my love without pay
Tear ducts smashed, broken and out of order
My soul needs maintenance
Force field barrier
Susan Storm-style
Untouchable
Unknowable
Unseeable
Yet people continue to stare
Cold sheets
Lump chokes air from my lungs
The cancer called love eating away at my insides
Twisting
Burning
Crashing
Smashing
Dying
Only to be reborn
I don’t want to love
Don’t want to feel
Shatter my spirit and cut myself with the shards
Until I bleed out
Fucking human condition
Fucking feeling
Makes me sick
I’m drowning in my own love-sick vomit
Scratch it out
Dig it out
Rip it out
I’m selling my soul to make the ends meet
Stretching farther than my blurry eyes can see
Stomped on
Spat on
Staked
And I’m dust
Blowing
In
The
Wind