Innocence

the night gropes me
the way drunken uncles do young girls
in Hollywood dramas
that fail to touch
the air smells like dead leaves
and lost innocence
distantly similar to rotting flesh
slowly the puddles become ponds
of muddy water
running down pale cheeks
salty drops
disguised as rain

72

with a chest exposed and bare
I offer you my heart
crack the breastbone
reveal it all

with a skin bloodless and pale
I offer you my heart

cut through each ventricle
dissect it all

the one with the scalpel
I offer you my heart
drain out my secrets and sins
silence my 72 beats