imbedded pieces

While I slept you did this:
torn out, picked clean,
reverse so inside is out,
preening out the tender and pure,
leaving the dark,
angry,
BLACK,
that saw once,
but swallowed to prevent release.
Sewn up and all that functions is what you left in your
disgruntled surgery;
a Frankenstein with malice and sutures;
dark over my eyes, my mouth;
pickled poison smokes my tongue.
The cancer is complete and you like it that way.

"this is how it works, you peer inside yourself,
you take the things you like, and try to love the things you took.
And then you take that love you made, and stick it into some-
someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood.
And walking arm in arm, you hope it don't get harmed,
but even if it does you just do it all again..."

Wedged between old things,
memories already breathed,
heats broken, mended,
pumping solemn and proud.
Slight displacement, space begged and received,
warm;
they find a home only to jump ship,
only to find magnets coming through your eyes.
Pulling, channeling within and its birth begins.
Blossoming out my throat, almost full;
leaps out of my mouth,
into the wild;
a round full beauty at last.
Looking at what I didn't know was there;
watching it take flight,
I miss it and admire its beauty thats not mine but ours.