komodo

i still don't know why you left, maybe you wished i was nicer, maybe you wished i was nice less, what if i had better biceps, i always felt like some experiment, some thing that you could dissect, a frog splayed on a table, you the scientist with a pipette, a surgeon with a sharpie, sketching scribbles where i'm ugly, slice me with your scalpel, palpate organs as you fuck me, and we could leave the lights on, big fluorescent tube-lamps, put your pupil to the eyepiece, watch me dance behind the screw clamps, i know i'm not enough, you wanted someone that could be more, you hooked my flesh on metal, while i scuttled through the sea floor, and heaved me out on dry land, and we were never ourselves, you wedged your nails into me, and you cracked apart my hard shell, and plucked each pair of pincers, off like petals on a primrose, and sucked the marrow out of slits, you scissored in my skin folds, i am a komodo dragon, basking in the winter sun, i amble through the island, to the tick-tock of my flickering tongue, and think about your last words