There it is
That giant, rusted hook
That catches my eye
And pulls it out slowly.
The stinging commences;
I feel the warm blood
Ooze down my cheek bone
To hide under my chin.
I get goosebumps,
Because I feel it
Grazing my cleavage like a sculptors thumb.
I imagine it as your tongue
Loving my body
The way I love you in my dreams.
Reality hits and rips and shakes
My momentary distraction.
No- you've bludgeoned me,
That's why this hurts.
Or is it because
I've never been touched
By another that I've wanted,
And my immunities are low,
And I'm scared that I'll be blinded,
And that you just wanna take me home
And place me on a platter
Dressed in parsley.
You'll take a giant juicy bite and
Smile with bloody teeth
Because you know
That my last breath
Leapt out right before I fell
Into the pot
Or as the knife fell into me.