Enemy Inside
rip open my chest
look inside, dig around
flesh, bone, bloody mess
knife cutting down
search every inch
bellow the stomach, spline
my hands are drenched
in fluid and cream
Slice open the pipes
cut off the air
I’d rather die
than live this share
It must be inside
I feel it so much
Something that slides
avoiding the touch
If I could cut
straight through the muscle
into that hole
hear it russell
against my back bone
clenching with threat
sitting like stones
I’ll cast it a net
Damn the liver
it gets in the way
I must see what it is
something must pay
Don’t stop at the lungs
it wraps them tight
it hides and it runs
needing no light
cut open my chest
from forward to side
cut this death
leave it no where to hide
It steels all the grace
I beg for at night
and leaves me a taste
of evil’s delight
If I could just look in
feel it and touch
the misery friend
i wish I could clutch
hold it out high
for all to see
this is what life
has made of me
Copyright © Ezra Vancil | Year Posted 2012
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