My open legs that closed my heart,
reduced my soul to just one part,
impaled myself on dripping dagger,
left to stagger.

It didn't pierce me there and then,
in fact it only entered when,
I forced to close to poisoned dart,
pulled all apart.

And now I'm left with holes in me,
to beckon a catastrophe,
to choose to creep inside myself,
on dormant shelf.