Torn Between the Two

My best friend grabs me
by the right hand,
my lover grabs me
by the left.

As they pull from each side,
I scream in agony.
The rip starts in my chest,
blood spurting and oozing.

The lover shoves a hand in between
my ribs, cracking them open,
and pulls out my lungs,
trying to get to what is really important.

The tear moves down my body,
slowly opening my abdomen,
as the loved ones pull harder.
My head falls off, and is kicked to the side.

My intestines spill and
land on the floor with a sickening thud.
The pink of my insides smothered with blood
stain the no longer white tile.

My broken, beating heart on display,
splits in two, and the friend pushes
the lover out of the way, diving to claim
what once powered my body.

They scramble through the blood,
slipping and sliding,
grabbing and tearing at my flesh.
Each take hold of a chamber.

Stuffing parts of my body into their pockets,
they reach for other organs.
My discarded head watches as
they squish my stomach.

Dividing the organs is difficult, but
they won’t stop until I am won over.
Each fights for full control over
what was mine, and now I am nothing.