Literally cut off an arm for them
shrivelling white bone protruding, screaming from the pale flesh
The ultimate expression of honey, darling, sweetheart
Floating like cannonballs, just dying
batteries. No more struggling, flailing legs.
Excitedly scribbling next to me
a feeling like jeans upon your touch or fresh toast
crisp yet damp.
I’d just like to shake you. Rattle the bones beneath your
skull, maybe even kill a few brain cells if I feel like it
and where have they taken you, claiming you
but not my legs and arms. Perhaps I do not wonder enough
Dangling on the edge of the world,
You do not forsake those offering solace
Rather you slice and cut until the edge of the world ends
And becomes your very own playground.
Then you need not worry,
but had better bloody worry.
After all it’s what makes you, and us, human.