Full Threat
You took the shoulder I
used to cry on
Out from under me, like
a chair,
So I cart-wheeled and
tumbled
Down through the empty
space.
You took the hand I
used to cling to
Out from my own, like a
book,
So my arm swung empty
and limp
Down through the empty
space.
You took the chest I
used to lie on
Out from under me, like
a pillow,
So my head fell
awkwardly
Down through the empty
space.
You took the heart I
used to beat for
Out from my own, like a
paperweight,
So my body caved and
collapsed
Down through the empty
space.