My skin is no longer slave to my bones
since I hollowed out the heart that held you.
Tattoos bloom from my ankles to my eyes.
My fists clench and my knuckles bleed ALONE -
stigmata scarlet letters from veins blue
as a locust night; text sticky as thighs
left wet, weak, and trembling with MINE script stroked
from shin to sex like a lover's suck bruise.
My lips are deep glossed and spit slick with lies.
My heart beats braille. My teeth are grinding stones
tearing my truthful, traitor tongue in two
to be swallowed, swallowed, swallowed inside.
I am no longer yours, but I'm not mine
in body or soul, in heart or in mind.
Kind of a rough draft Trireme Sonnet for Form for All at dVerse