Slit open your chest straight down to your bones. In one careful cut the shape of a “Y”. Spill out your excuses, your secrets, your lies. Crack open your ribs slowly, one at a time. Allow enough room to let me inside. Your truths hidden deep, all dark red and pink. This is where I disappear, alone, in your warmth. Your armor carved through, like a deer drawn and cleaned.
Photography Credit: Jason Rice
Sarah Ondriezek is a writer and graduate student in the MPW program at Chatham University. Her work has been published in Tobeco, Bridge Literature and Arts Journal, the Pittsburgh City Paper, and The Charles Carter Anthology.
