The Ultimatum

The Ultimatum

50 small incisions between my heart and the end of me. 100+ stitches. Four bright purple and red external wounds plastered with glue, stitches. Swelling that overtakes my body until there is a visible inner tube poking out from my silk nightgown. This is me, and I miss you.

I’ve stopped thinking about what might have been. I’ve stopped looking for midnight masses that you might go to with me. I didn’t buy you a Christmas present. But there is still this strong pull in my stitched heart, begging me to take just one step back towards you. And as my body fights to heal from trauma, my heart fights even harder.

I loved you. I would have done anything for you. But that still wasn’t enough.

You said you would take my call if I called, but what would I say? The last time we spoke, days before my surgery, you said that you wanted me completely out of your life. So I am.

50 small incisions between my heart and the end of me. 100+ stitches. Four bright purple and red external wounds plastered with glue, stitches. Swelling that overtakes my body until there is a visible inner tube poking out from my silk nightgown. This is me, and if you’re going to come back ‘round again knocking, you better damn well know who I am this time and what I am worth.

You either love me, or you walk away.

<3 M.

The Item Sold As-Is

The Item Sold As-Is

The Monster (Pt II)

The Monster (Pt II)