The Art on the Living Room Floor
I’d forgotten how to breathe without you, my lung crutch
My shiny exotic lung crutch
Many gazed upon us greenly,
and you fit so well
Gracefully gliding with the unique rhythm of my body
Locking yourself in the finest of my hair-like veins
In times of sorrow, times of tears
You moved with me, shook with my pain
My lung crutch
Within the exciting bounds of love lust and
Sick sex
The shortness of breath
You sang a song
Elegantly moving me along
i loved you; i held you so close
My lung crutch
I gave you the blue print of my body
"The better to destroy you with my dear"
And now i lie here
Stained with shame,
Screaming your name
Rivers of my blood trace the pattern in the tile underneath me
pieces of confused ribs, broken, still reach for you
My breasts a meaty pulp
As you stare proudly at the masterpiece you’ve created on the living room floor
Id forgotten how to breath without you,
My lung crutch