Fatality

I called
loud and brash
you came
silent and fatal.
I am your casualty
impaled through the heart
as you heft wondrously
that protruding organ
peering at it's ruined folds
and inner workings
displayed for only you.
I lay still in shock
bleeding and sore
as you gaze at
my life
dripping over your hands
a death sacrifice
to your altar.
I turn
ripping myself to pieces,
leaving you
in your drying red garb
but you halt me,
silently,
seriously,
as you reach within
and tear out
that beating organ
in mutual offering.

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