I wish I were a knife
So I could embed myself
Inside you and make you feel
Something
Anything

Twist your entrails
To see marred on your face
The betrayal and disembowelment
You so kindly manifested in me
That tragic spring night

For years, that cruel smile
Plagued me as a paralysis demon
Be prepared to see mine haunt you
In the afterlife

No peaceful rest for you
Let those entrails fall to the soil
Make yourself useful
Feed the earth and the worms

Does it remind you of your childhood?
Seeing your bowels peeking outside
Your organic compost
Should it nourish a tree

That tree will be the shrine
Of the remorseless heart rippers
As the birds of a feather
Flock to their patron womanizer

The souls of the victims
Will have a more convenient methodology
To get back their stolen hearts
Into the cavity they were sadistically
Ripped out of

All that was left was for you
To bite, chomp, chew and cannibalize it
In front of me as my body shut down
Forever
And your horror movie would be complete

Fitting, seeing how fond you are
Of making video art.



© Elsbeth Mareile G.C.