TORN LANDSCAPE
The smooth liquid movement
of human flesh.
But to touch it
made her sick.
She played doctor.
Cut herself up.
She lost blood
in the most tasteful way.
There is a hole in his chest
where his heart fell out.
It flowed like a river.
It dropped like a mountain.
Slick, self-lubricating machine
whose sole intent was to do him harm.
To lose his body, she just wanted.
Strategic, smiling tease mechanism.
Drop ten degress into a bicycle seat.
Swinging metal arm, pointed flesh cylinder.
Distorted mind, torn landscape.
And she drew herself in crayon.
Couldn't stay within the lines.
He followed his heart to the kitchen floor.
Where she lay, dialled 911.
He never got another letter.
And her smile will last forever.
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