my flesh is a war zone (reprise)

[bitchy_merlin]

My flesh is a war zone.
You’ve bombed my heart out with your words
All that remains is a shelled-out, pitted crater
that reeks of death.
I’ve got trenches on my hips,
deep and bloody where you’ve gripped.
No strength. Spring is over, winter’s coming and
the battlefield’s cold.
My eyes are sinkholes welling with
muddy water and the bodies of dead soldiers.
My mind is polluted with the mustard gas
of thoughts of you.
My body is a battlefield; my wrists are ringed with
barbed wire and the flesh on the inside
of my thighs is a graveyard.
My hallowed spaces are defiled
and there’s nothing living left in me.
I’m no soldier but I’m gripping my gun.
There’s one bullet left
and I hope it’s
enough.


Today was the first time I've ever cut deep enough for the blood to trickle down my hands and drip onto the floor.