cheese

the sharp metal collides with my skin
peeling down me
cutting deeply
to send me reeling with insanity

it's "if the shoe fits" in these times
and they do
and i did...
do what no one expected
and sent them shoes packing

and here, piled neatly
on your flowered plates, fine china, worthless expense
is a pile of me
pieces you searched for
and tore away from me
and left me, only half of me...left
i wonder as i chill in your frigid heart
if you cleaned the blade of me
if you washed the grates of my skin
if you threw away the unwanted pieces

i wonder as i chill in your icy hands
if you could be kind enough to return
your unwanted me