Blind my eyes
So my shadow won't scare me
Sever my hands
So I can never hold onto the past
Deafen my ears
So I may hear silence eternal
Sew my lips
For they shall utter no more
Tales of abandoned truth.
Wrap my lungs in clouds of smoke
So the air I exhale chokes
Carve my flesh with the quill
So my pores bleed empty
Pluck my heart with the blade
So the beat inevitably slows
And pickle my mind
For it shall soften the sorrow
Of my everlasting final thought.
© 2008 Michaela James.
