The Anguished

I have replaced you, pitifully, many times in rooms within my soul. Everywhere, there are passageways curling boxes of draggled vesture. My spirit, like the static of negligee, gums and forms into a faultless mount. As it clings to me, I set aflame with desire. Close your eyes. Let me blind you. Assassinate me until I bleed red like holly berries. Then, I will wear their spiked leaves as a crown. You can never reach to enclose yourself within the dying breath my lungs hold. I feel as though you are abashed as if the mind has been carved available for eating? Take what is seen as I lie here naked and naive; the last pig to carnage. You have stolen everything. Tonight, while you undress my history, I mix my drink with stars and toast to you.