disposable

i need some water,
some water she said;
a forsaken desert,
a dead tree,
was stuck in my throat.
please, some water she said.

her heavy heart is bursting,
pounding, just let it be..
trying to escape its muscle?
breaking a rib maybe?
the heat flaming, from her chore
her hesitant soul.
cant think,or speak
all she can, and am is (be)
blood rushing reviving
every vein, every  inch,
every print traced on her skin.
a final hug to deteriorate
whats maybe left of her.
stepping all over-
all over her.
...
with a charming
relaxed grin, you breathe.
amused are you?