Whore

I am a whore of the very worst kind

Not of sex and promiscuity

A whore of my own

Creation

You come up on my radar

Latch

Seek

Destroy

And you will never know

Each and every one of my

Dead lovers

Never loved me back

Tear them up

Spit them out

Abandoned

Just like me

But I hurt

I feel emotion

Like clods of dirt

Inside my chest

Rip it open

Scream at each

Small thing

Wrong thing

I want only this

That I can never have

Curses

Plagues

Dead

Ex-lovers

Stars in their eyes

That look past my

Efforts

Hints

Advances

I am invisible

Invincible

Or so I like to think

The invisible whore

You never saw me coming

Till I cry these three tears

Drop

Drop

Drop

Two from the right

One from the left

Just like the rest

So many to name

That wouldn’t even know my

Hurt

Abandonment

What have you done to me?

Nothing

It is I

Only I

Want so desperately

To touch

To be touched

3 little tears come from

Within this cold hard

Clenched fist

Wetting my palm

Trying to escape

Flung at your calm

Silent face.

I want to be empty

I want to not feel this

Gift.

Emotion.

In the pit of my stomach

Back of my throat

Behind these eyes

Sick

And they fall

One

Two

Three

The time it takes to

Break

Die

Latch

Seek

Destroy

I am on a rampage

To eat each man up

Bone by bone

Flesh and blood

Thoughts and loves

Till I spew it all back out

To every person I meet

I am a whore of the very worst kind

I’ve been everywhere

Nowhere

Inside everyone

No One

You cannot pay for me.

I’m too cheap.

You do not want me

I am curse

Brought on by

Liars

Abusers

Molesters

I am the product of

A past

Mistakes

And I want you to

Make me better

But I become

Worse

Liken me please

To those on the street

Full of disease

Because I am worth

Nothing

Of your time

Energy

Nothing

And I expect

Nothing more

Than this

Agonizingly

Painful

You

Are just like

Everyone else

That I never wanted you

To be

So much more than

Dead

Ex-lovers

Death from their lips

In long streams of wire

Attached at my wrists

Ankles

Binding me

Cutting deep

Blood

Red

Stains like my shirt

Cutting me

Scarring me

Until I feel so much

Nothing

And uncountable tears

Flood cities

Destroy taverns

Come knocking

Breaking free

Again

And again

And again

And you are

The same

As those

Starry-eyed, wire binding

Dead

Ex-Lovers

So much alive

Reminding me of every

Failure

Each scar on my wrist

In the form of a name

And now you join the rest

In this shallow unmarked grave

You are alone

With them

And I will

Consume this hurt

Like a breakfast

Of nails and tacks

Each bite will puncture

The last remaining composure

Till I am nothing once again

Radar

Radar

Detecting

Latch

Seek

Destroy

All over again

The very worst kind