(no subject)
-AUTOCRUCIFICATION -
(on the ways he did not love you)
Banging in the nails yourself with a scale,
A pound of flesh on one end that you grasp
Jealously, while bringing the bronze to ring
Against bronze, the chains tangling. Empty
Is the other scale.
You ignore the din
Of whining counters, the fulcrum's forced,Straining.
Did you cut out your heart yourself,
Or had it always been held in the handBehind the back and the other outstretched:
Balanced on the medial void between
Wrists, hung on your logical martyrdom?