Marco Polo

My body shook.
I went from this buzzing feeling radiating through me,
my abdomen filling with hot dust that swirled quickly until my insides had motion sickness.
Flushed then running cold through my blood.
Her words, her fucking words replaying.

You put your heart in willingly,
gift wrapped, pretty little bow,
and slices it while staring you in the eyes.
Lies.

You've recoiled so deeply that you are rummaging in thoughts.
My heart is running so fast, its running through forests,
snagging on branches and bleeding fucking everywhere.
I'm ravaging in the soil, pulling grass from its roots.
I'm tearing into myself and I will make sure that you'll know why every time you are in the every where that my soul belongs.
You will taste everything you are doing that I pretend to be blind to.

I lost enough blood this year already.
Bleeding a birthless labor, climbing up walls alone, legs that wouldn't move and stones in my abdomen.
I bled it all out for you, and you turn around and show me why.

I'll set fire to her bed.
I'll set fire to her bed.
I'll set fire to her bed.

As I come up for air.