Dismember

Reed Lowell

 

You warned me

once-

your tongue,

a knife

     at my neck-

that

trusting you

was,

“A mistake.”

A whisper,

ear          to          ear,

that you would,

“Steal my fucking                                          kid       neys.”

I laughed.

A joke,

I thought.

   But,

you weren’t laughing;

just

smiling,

as you extracted my                 ey        es

and                                lacerated my L

ips.

Smiling,

when you scratched your

                 name
    in my                scalp

and
bottled
my
blood.

Yeah,

you warned me.

but you didn’t tell me

how I wouldn’t even mind,

because that was the first thing I lost to you.