Meter lengths of pink satin ribbons in twenty different shades from fuchsia to dusty contort my organs temporarily back into place.
Tear my chest apart as I lie down with the open single blade of a pair of scissors, score me like a parcel.
Frayed inch lengths and 20 cm lengths and edges of ribbon scattered on the floor.
You slipped your hands down the back of my underwear, like it could be perfect for an evening.
Take the pieces apart neatly, unfold me like a lady geisha. My Chest is willingly emptied for you.
Do what you want with the casings that make up my lungs. I'll cut them into confetti pieces so you can spend them on someone else.
I want to feel the heat melt off the pool chemicals in your breath. Then let you use my bare wrists like towels.

Read to me about things i'll never see
Imagine I'm sitting up in a hospital bed
Cradled by white cotton pillows infused with bleach
Empty clear bendy plastic cups sit neglected
My usual lipstick stains stayed in the handbag today
Your fingertip bruises decorate me instead
I once thought:
There is no better colour than the colour that they put into your eyes
That is the colour of the liquid that they have put in the drip bag
I might not be able to picture that colour, but I recognise the feeling of it entering my body
Rusty clots and mascara dust barricade it from leaving

Maybe not immediately
Or in a weeks time
But the cells of my heart muscles are becoming saturated with the juices
Becoming preserved in syrup
Seized and breathless

I knew that from the very first time I have been a can of something
Its label torn off
Unsealed and bleeding
And we both knew Duct tape couldn't keep that together
Still my hands were cupped trying to clasp
But now Its embedded under my fingernails.

Strong and tall
the lonely pine
rising up
to sky so blue.

The emerald grows
its beauty slow
and captures light
in solitude.

Lonesome pine
down by the sea
dreams of ships
with beams hand hewn.

Strong against
the wind and waves
the pine will sail
the ocean's view.

r ~ 7/20/14