Save A Line

 

SAVE A LINE

Love’s been clawed from my throat’s raw pit,

A shrieking void where it once burned bright,

Its roots torn out with a butcher’s grit,

Leaving immunity’s ice to choke my fight,

A glacial tomb where my heart’s been slit.  

Believe me, I’d claw through hell’s cruel mire,

For your sensitivity’s fleeting, jagged wire,

A lash of warmth to flay my skin alive,

I’d beg it end, this torment to survive,

Rather than rot in this grief-soaked pyre.  

I’d scream for its mercy, swift and fierce,

Not this slow bleed, this endless pierce,

Each breath a dagger, each pulse a wail,

Trapped in despair’s unyielding jail,

A soul impaled on loss’s brutal spear.  

This agony’s wrested from my shattered grasp,

A lifeline snapped in fate’s cruel clasp,

I can’t shove truths down your throat to choke,

They’re poison thorns my voice can’t provoke,

A howl of anguish in a fractured clasp.  

They shred my guts, these truths too dire,

Splinters of you in a blood-red fire,

I’d gag them down, let them carve me through,

If it spared me this wretching over you,

But they fester, a wound that won’t expire.  

If I could wield the reins of this storm,

I’d drag her back—my love’s lost form,

The woman whose tears once drowned with mine,

Not this ghost who crushed my spine,

Who didn’t shred my pleas with scorn.  

Her exit’s thunder splits my skull in two,

Doors slam like guillotines on all I knew,

My sobs claw air, a feral, broken roar,

She walked through my flood, slammed the door,

Left me drowning in a crimson dew.  

Now immunity’s a blade across my chest,

A substitute forged from love’s cruel jest,

I’d trade this frost for her fleeting flame,

To feel her pulse, to scream her name,