Casual Writer’s Lament - Em Pollicino

I split my chest open 

For you, 

Watch what comes pouring 

Emotions into a tangle of words unspoken by quivering lips 

The red liquid oozing down my torso, twisting together like a knitters prized blanket 

The words entrapped by my tight throat, instead written across my frame I hope you can see the new life it breathes 

Falling and slipping at your feet, waiting to be perceived like an 

eager child 

Language a knife, a tool of flay 

Bends by my will when wielded by me. 

Tearing a mirror into my body, stare into it now 

See how torment transforms into language on a page 

See how it disfigures my form like the rat king, a million thoughts tangled 

The startled prey endlessly trying to escape the killing force of 

themselves, 

Words I could not speak.