Posted on

Lines of Blood

you’re swallowing
a sandstone in your throat
pulling out the pearing blade
i’m sharpening the cleaver’s face
looking into amber
through stainless identity
there’s a boning agent
pulling through the ribcage
theres a beating
it pounds so hard
and my stomach turns
as i stick the butterfly back where it came from
point me
in the right direction
this angle is all wrong
my shank isn’t sharp enough
i never dreamt liked normal girls
just looking for buckets of buried gold
i saw knives
like diamonds on a highway
to touch your insides like god’s index finger
carve me my path in lines
lines of blood
leave it all on the outside
dont hide the evidence
scars are the only proof you have
so i saw knives
and they remember me
butcher
bowie
scalpel
and switchblade
purpose only their bodies know

Advertisements

About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s