I wanted to start off by thanking everyone for their kind words last week. Last week’s post was petrifying but exhilarating all at once. Had I not posted it, a lot of you wouldn’t have reached out. But we’ll focus on that in 3 weeks. This week I’m handing it over to Adriana Moraes.
I met Adriana at a Playwriting program in 2013, and almost instantly knew that there was an immense amount of talent coming from within her. Disclaimer: This is not a personal piece, just a well written artistic effort, and I’m incredibly proud of her for it.
Ladies & Gentlemen,
Onetime I let a boy inside my ribcage
I warned him upon entry that the path to the space between my lungs was a oneway ticket
that I had never smoked a cigarette,
but the walls inside me were tar-filled
that sometimes my heart failed to beat with my brain and instead fell into
synchrony with the faucet
where I threw-up cherry red the other night.
Onetime I let a boy with a knife inside my ribcage
and I had seen the knife
and I didn’t care
he climbed inside me so gently
like he belonged there and was just taking his place
like a missing organ
he made me his home
reassembled my insides
vital pieces of me now resting on his body,
depending on his body
one hand on my heart
the other on my throat.
Onetime I let a boy with a knife and a bottle of bourbon live inside my ribcage
he cleaned the tar off the walls
but didn’t cure the sickness
I think he liked the smell of it.
One night he carved his name everywhere
and I pretended to sleep
he tried to claim me
he tried to clean me
but lost souls can’t be claimed
and I’ll never be clean enough.
My heart follows faucets
and that scared the boy
so one night he poured the bourbon down the throat he held
and I didn’t stop him
and I almost drowned
gulp, gulp, gulp
slash, slash, slash
cursive illegible sorry’s
over every spot he had once cut his name into
and he kissed the wounds
and I woke up heavy.
Organs are worthless without their host but
Onetime I watched a boy tear his way out of my ribcage.
Knife and empty bottle in his place,
nothing’s been working right in there since.
I haven’t let anyone in there since.
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