TRIGGER WARNING

body horror that is descriptive on purpose

if you are squeamish or don't like descriptive imagery of organs n stuff maybe don't read this or at least proceed with caution 

You clutch your aching heart

In shaking hands outstretched

You fingers itch

To wrap tightly round

Yet you force them open

Leaving it exposed

You feel its blood

Trickling down your arms

The beats growing slower

With every passing moment

You know it is dying

Your time is on its way

It has been picked apart

Scratches laced with venom

Despite it all

You do not hold it close

You do not shield it

Beneath layers of skin

You crave the feeling

Of a warm embrace

Of kind words

Of being safe

But one would have to reach

Press a hand to your chest

Peel back layers of skin

Slip their fingers between bones

Find it tangled in your ribs

To touch it on their own

And you know better

Than to have hope

Than to wish for such things

That do not exist for you

So you broke your ribs

Trying to wrench it out

Tore through tendons

Some still attached

And oh, how it aches

And that is all you know 

whoa my 30th published poem that's so peak 

10 years ago I was squeamish as hell now I adore disgustingly descriptive organ imagery <3

-Zephyr Rowan