[Flash Fiction Pt.1] Cutting You Out {Hers}
I wish you didn’t look at me like that
you have the same handsome glare as I remembered,
but you’re nowhere near the same.
Your touch, doesn’t create the same rush.
Your lips, can’t possibly eclipse the passion I sip from freedom’s well.
The malcontent and malice of which you reeked,
drove your canary; out to seek.
I’m no longer the meek pet you throttled into submission.
In this house, a past begging to remain present in my presence.
The man kowtowing before me, once drove me
to turn my back on everything that made me unique.
Clad in your favorite dress, smile in your favorite shade of red,
and lay scissor-shaped across YOUR bed.
I’m left with antipathy as you weep at my knees.
The rabbit has the gun, and I have you in my sights.
I wish, you could appreciate each unwanted kiss,
every unwanted touch,
and every unwanted scar.
The door closes, and the world has begun to open.
I’m more than the sum of a few gaping holes in our
fragile anatomy.
I’m more than the sum of a man’s love, who claims that he’s
made me more, than I could ever be.
I’m cutting you out
Now turn your head, and watch as your heart-shaped lock plummets to your feet.