*ten

I have this hole in my chest
It’s either empty or way too full
Sometimes I’ll stuff it with things like love.. or lust
In an attempt to close it
I’ve tried stitching it together with threads of nicotine or burning waves of whisky
Other times I ice it with oceans and sunset skies
And when none of this works I turn to you
You with your jagged hands
Your fingernails made with teeth
You rip inside this hole and bite at the edges of the flesh,
My flesh
You sit inside and curl up, you fit perfectly
like you had been made for it
—  R.R. ~please get out~