Destroy Me Gently


Fry my brain in a skillet and serve it to me for breakfast

Chop off my limbs and corsage them to my breast

Tan my skin and make me into a jacket

Wear me

Call me expensive

Follow me nowhere

Scars on skin indicate landmarks

For what am I but a map to getting lost?

For what are you but a traveler adopting my baggage?

I gargle razor blades as I speak

You tell fortunes in your sleep

Take me to the stake

Burn me

Inhale me

Hang me like a Babylonic garden

For when I cry my tears will turn to fruit

Eat it

God has yet to forbid my wisdom


Published at Scarlet Leaf Review and Thought Catalog