Aorta Options

[mrmcpheezy]

The Concept of Pain

I plan to tear your seemingly perfect skin completely apart.
I’ve spent months imagining exactly what it will sound like
when your screams mingle with the sharp sound of my blade
strumming your veins. Countless hours composing concertos
of love and passion, lust and pain played by an orchestra of your
muscle, tissue, lungs, and abdominal aorta.


As I finally feel your blood combine with mine - I hear it.


It’s all so beautiful. Seemingly perfect.


The Concept of Control

You can’t control your blood.
No one can.
It is always trying.

It has memorized the inside of your flesh
and tires of traveling so monotonously.

It barely moves
.....................now
........................after all the time it’s spent.

Everywhere it has
..........................it’s already been.
Everywhere it will
.........................it already went.

Sometimes it pushes through
and when it spills into the world,
it darkens; you can almost see it dying.

But always it pushes beneath you
and always it’s trying.


The Concept of Completion

and then, when you came,
with the brevity of breath
you stayed and you left.