My Slaughter

My love is an abattoir

And if my heart was glass

Nobody would ever come in

If you are brave enough to look

You’d see the carnage of my intention

Splattered across bedroom floors

Of men and women whom I loved

But have forgotten their names

You’d see my ceilings pregnant

With the intestines of lambs

Their bleeding guts unrewarded

Like the ending of B grade horror movie

Nowadays only the ones

Who have seen it all before

Or have enough of a stomach

For blood and gore are allowed in

Or the ones desperate enough

That they blind their eyes

And can ignore the wailing

Of the innocent and tortured

Echoing down my corridors

Yet some choose to cattle onward

Armed with the knowledge

That the alternative of alone

Can be even worse

Published by subversopus

I am a loveable and squeezable poet and writer. I live in beautiful Oregon with my cat and boyfriend. I love long distance hiking and have completed the entire lengths of the Appalachian Trail (2002, 2014) The Pacific Crest Trail (2012) and the Continental Divide Trail in (2013). Please check out my blog, ThetigressAwakens.wordpress.com and my poetry only blog, Everydayoneironaut.wordpress.com. Cheers and have a kick ass day!!!

5 thoughts on “My Slaughter

  1. This is poetry.
    “Yet some choose to cattle onward

    Armed with the knowledge

    That the alternative of alone

    Can be even worse”
    The above lines. I could write a epic tale from. When the blind man learn to see. What does he see? Thank you for sharing the amazing words and your thoughts.

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