The Last Thing (A Poem)

Tears don't drop
Voluntarily

They are pushed through a
Near fatal blow
Into my chest and
Her arm goes up
Into
My
Neck
Past my chin
And higher

She pokes at me
Behind my eyes
And there…
There you will
See the
Tears fall

Through her
Brutality

Her
I Don't Care
Anymore
Mantra

I am breathing my
Last here


With her
Bloody
And
Wet
Standing above me
With a sly smirk
On her
Holy face

This is the
Last thing
I will see

And
I love her

I love her