It Is Done

What did You say to me

again?

Watch what I’m

doing...?

What are you doing

besides

Taking my

heart,

ripping it

to shreds?

But there,

they are–

Your needle,

Your thread–

new veins

and arteries

clustered

and cloistered,

Starred into oblivion,

And I don’t know what You’re

doing and seems like no

one else does either.

But yet?

You still do it.

And yet...

...it is done.