Emily Winters    

“Paper Cut”

My enveloped heart beats,

Music muffled by paper sheets,

Drowning in her bed of sorrow,

Ground to dust by countless feet.

They all do the shuffle.

All the people move,

All the people mindlessly lose

Their minds,

And I cut my tongue on adhesive,

My blood sticks to the worn ground tasteless,

And every specie does the turn around,

                               The circle

                                              Devoured

                          And the greenery invasive.

Smothered by the ivy,

My organs struggle to gulp down air;

My addicted heart (addicted to you) hides within itself.

It shuts its head deep inside the walls,

And paints its valves with plaster,

Preparing for the fall;

She shutters down for winter,

And my heart mails herself to her drug,

Her rose-tinted skin throbbing with paper cuts,

And her mind crying out for love.