The Cage Poem by spencer tye

In this dream it all starts out in a large room. What's inside this room is a dome-shaped cage. It's odd how there is no source of light yet somehow I can still see. I am sitting in this chair in the dome; just a simple metallic armchair. It seems like an eternity that I sit there by myself reflecting on this eccentric event. Though as if she was there all along she steps out of the darkness and approaches me in all her beauty with a placid yet warmingly gentle smile on her face.

She stops in front of me, staring at me with those beautiful brown eyes of hers. She tells me how she has missed me, or at least I hear the words, though her lips never moved. She comes closer, leaning in to kiss me, oh how I've longed to taste those lips again. Our lips touch and she gives me a long loving kiss, but instead of removing her lips from mine when she finishes she smiles and closes her eyes. She silently mouths the words 'this, is my love for you' against my lips. Just then I feel the sharp pain of the blade pierce my side.

She looks down at the warm reddened steel, though she knows my eyes never leave hers. And even though it hurts, I don't mind. I could get up from this chair but my heart impels me to stay. After all, one more second with her is worth all the pain she can deal. So i sit in the chair for a while, gazing into her eyes as she continues to torture me in so many painful yet creative ways; peeling and burning away the skin, and of course the stabbing. We were so fond of that number, how could she help but carve it into every inch of my trembling bloody body? As I near death she feels me leaving this world and she wants to know if I still love her......

She takes a step back and holds up the blade with the handle against her chest and the blade staring me down. As if by inspiration I get to my feet; naked, bleeding, with pieces of skin hanging here and there. She opens up her mouth to say something but I grab her shoulders before the words come, as I already know what she asks of me. With the blade between our chests and the steel lined up to my heart, I give her my final embrace as I pull her chest flush to mine and wrap my frail arms around her, ultimately piercing my heart.

'Fool, ' she says.

'I know, ' I say, 'but this, is my love for you.' As my arms fall limp to my sides, she steps back, leaving the blade in my heart. For the first time I close my eyes for a brief moment, then fall to my knees. But then, ready to die, I open them to discover her's full of tears.

She smiles that god-forsaken beautiful smile of hers as I drift away, bleeding out the only thing that she knows she can never take from me.