I will remain forever silent,
bottled inside a sphere of deceit and deception,
I fester and ache.
Sprawled out
heart open on the dissection table:
Do you see the part labeled with your name?
The tissue that beats only for you,
the ventricle through which blood nourishes and lust infects?
I inscribe your name there,
branded in this moment of bitter pain and sorrow.
~j. allen
