Chest Wound

This chest wound

Is something of an anticlimax.

Sure there’s the blood

And the pain

And the sensation

Like I’m slowly tearing apart.

But I’m still living.

(In other words

I’m not dead.)

 

This chest wound

Is something of a let down.

It’s almost as though no one

Can see the pain I'm in

And surely that’s the point of pain?

The pity.

Right?..

 

This chest wound

Is something of a nuisance

And the need to scream

Is building in my throat

And the need to breathe

Is burning in my lungs

 

Surely I can’t still be living

When you took my heart

From inside my chest

And broke it into a thousand

Bloody shards

Whispering:

‘This is how it is’

(The words resounding

Like you had screamed them

In my face)

 

This chest wound

Is a little more than I can take

(I’m thinking I’ll go to the beach

And lay on the sand

Hoping someone buries me

Hoping that I drown)

And I’m starting to think

That death would have been

(Easier)

More of an anti-climax.

 

This chest wound

Has your name written all over it.

 

(Right where I carved it – above my heart…)

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

↓ got to agree. i love the bitterness and desperation and the voice i imagine this being read in.
And surely that's the point of pain?
The pity.

[EMP]

i actually love it. like properly love it. i mean, it's so sad and painful and amazzzzing! i really really like this :) xxx