Oct 19, 2020
Vultures
I’ve lost the words again. Sunk into my chest buried deep beneath the drumming in my ribs. So you cracked me open; my vitals dragged across my belly. Eyes dried like dust from staring long. They aren’t so dry now; spilling out, drowning in red and vultures plucking at my heartstrings with their unapologetic mouths. Blood fills my eyes--not dry, no, not dry --but stinging. It fucking stings. Searing my cheekbones, melting in my sockets. You cracked open my ribs just to pull my insides out? Now I’m exposed-- exposed to vultures.
