I am what I am.

I can’t


Anymore for being

A swirling maelstrom. I was born

A storm.


Time after time


Did I have a

Lover patient enough

To find out what was under these



You were skilled at diminishing me… At first the pieces you excised were small and near insignificant so that I barely missed the parts of myself as they disappeared. But as time went by you grew more forward and greedier, cutting… slicing… carving… until I became limbless. My body disposed of, you held my head eye level with yours and gave me a final kiss and stole my tongue… ripping it from my mouth, leaving me mute. All that remained were my eyes to see you walk away and fragments of my mind to know that you were never coming back.