TW for eye/mouth trauma and gore.
I used the Goretober prompt Eye/Mouth Trauma for this!
Would it help you, my love, if I tore out my eyes?
If I pinned them to cotton and sewed them straight through
If I immersed them into a glass jar of hopes
if I turned them to gaze at the past smould’ring smoke
would it help you, my love, if I gave you my sight?
Would it help you, my dear, if I stitched my mouth shut
if I threaded the promises through purpling lips
if I embroidered the words I wanted to say
onto my tongue in the prettiest of ways
would it help you, my dear, if I learned I’d said enough?
Would it help you, my friend, if I tore my heart loose?
If I stripped vein from muscle and buried the truth
If I dissected the atria, vena cava, the flood
If I drowned my flutt’ring impulses in blood
would it help you, my friend, if I said I’d never leave?
Tell me, my only, what it is I should do
to keep this fragile bond from falling apart
I have given you all that I still have to give
so treasure my eyes and my mouth and my heart.