Him

The day we met I cast a line and he gobbled it up instantly. Then I took him and tucked him under my arm. A mo or so I sat him up upon my heart as to warm him. By the time the summer ended I had pushed him deep inside me ever hoping this act of protection would return n eminenate throughout me. Then I tried to rip him from that place. Throw him out like rotten fruit once so sweet now dripping w diseased growth and maggotty prey. I dug n dug at the wound before giving up leaving a gaping whole in my organ. The wound began to heal in me, slowly pushing him up n out of that cavity I had only Just created. He clings w this talons though wanting not to fall and yet crying for his release. His voice pierces me but from the inside or out I know not which and I sense I am the one now trapped inside

~ by lostwidow on 2013/06/16.