Scabs

by Autumn Turley

i killed you
you opened your mouth
and i stuck my hand down your throat
and pulled out your life thread by thread
it glowed in my hands
while you lay pale
your mouth still open but there was nothing
your pain wasn't physical
it was the knowledge of the future that would never be
then why did you let me do it?

why does death bring so much pain
if life only leads to destruction?
we're parasites that rape the earth
leaving irreparable ugly scars
on what is not ours
getting high on the death of the sky-

...but if life is so ugly
then why does it look so beautiful glowing there in my hands?
is there more infinite beauty out there than there could ever be negativity?