by Kristen Walsh
I’m still clinging to time
I can feel the scratches on my spine
There are bruises on my thighs
My lips are swollen to the touch
You ripped me open
Tore out my heart
Placed it on the bedframe
Just above our heads
There are tears in my eyes
My hollow chest is convulsing
Oxygen can’t reach my lungs
I am still
You hold me against your body
Warmth surrounds me
I no longer have my own
My heart is slowing on the dark wood
My hand rests in yours and
I hope you understand, I still love you
