This is a drawling
Not to be confused with a real life event
I watched my chest
Only flesh between the earth and my breast
That heaved monumental particles of me
Fragmented remnants
Debris
Left behind
Shattered glass
Little pieces of me
I needed his bricks to build me strong
Nestled in his flesh is where I belonged
And so I wait
For
A steady heave
To blow deep in my chest