Annihilation

By Vrischika Kotak

you enjoyed it,

playing with the strings of my heart like that,

and you would pluck,

each string, ever so gently,

the voices in my head grew louder every quiet night.

i couldn't even feel pain,

when i lay there in the tub,

and bloody shards of glass decorated my body,

numb,

because i could see you,

in the broken pieces of shiny glass,

you looked like an angel in the dark,

you'd come to collect what was left of my heart.

so you crack open my chest,

with a blade ever so sharp,

and you whisper in my ear 'it's okay'.

it's not, but i let you in anyway.

you suffocate the blood pumping

through my bleeding heart,

the voices now quieter,

i feel alive.

with hands cold to touch,

you pull it out,

a warm exposition,

with so much console,

like it meant nothing,

like i meant nothing.

it fits perfectly in your calloused palms

with knives for fingers,

you carve into it,

broken pieces.

your sharp fangs descend into each morsel,

slowly,

after all, you are an angel,

inch by inch,

causing annihilation, devouring sections,

till there was nothing left.

By Vrischika Kotak