Your eyes, on me, torches scorching with scorns

Blaze, burn, my brain now a botch

From them I see a reflection of mine

Immovable like bruise, unsightly as blotch

A shriek, you turn my metal handle loose

Water discharges from my transparent veins

First a burst, then slowly into drips

Until the liquid runs out and void remains

You tear me into a thousand scattered pieces

Like paper scraps, I strive to regather

Pieces and dust blown away by gust

Then sail and sink, I’m incomplete forever

One final touch, pus prodded to pop

Your finger still lingers on my blister

The pain is gone, numbness pervades

Leave behind the scar on the skin layer

You lock me inside the bleak dark court

I wait for the hammer to drop and shatter the last resort

Your mouth opens but voice never comes out my breath cuts short—

I linger

for the sentence to begin—