Traveling Astronaut

x.Used

You smoked her bones like you smoked that cigarette

used her mercury hips until she was all but flesh and skin

Nature rebuilds what has fallen, a natural way of cleaning things

but that's probably only true for the falling leaves and centipedes

because I'm as broken as the screaming toppled tree

 and I haven't been scrubbed clean or eaten

haven't been taken away from the yellow tape(the crime scene)

I've never been fixed

I've had to live with this dark protruding stake

that you've injected into my heart

like a speed bump

on my lace-y skin

I've yanked and prayed, trying not to cry

but the red line itches from all your lies

I can't seem to escape

your memory tattooed in my mind

~SumBlueSunshine