By Isabella Aria (rhale@emory.edu)
Date: 21 January 1998

Empty

I 
Placed
My flesh on rusty teeth.
My sternum bare to the hell beneath.
As memories of you turn the jagged truth.
Warm blood drips from my mangled roof.
Smell.
Torn skin and bone, ripped and gnarled.
I closed my eyes and slept in sorrow.
What a fool to sacrifice her heart on a bladed mouth.
Now damned, she walks her days without.
Love.
You.