Have You Ever Loved Someone So Much You'D Cut An Arm Off For Them

Literally cut off an arm for them shrivelling white bone protruding, screaming from the pale flesh The ultimate expression of honey, darling, sweetheart and wonder. 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.