Excavating Fossilised Words, Part I

I:

His words sliced me open like the teeth of a trex.

His gaze felt like the weight of a sauropod.

But I liked it,

like a raptor loved its vibrant feathers.

When I finally came to my senses,

I ended our love

With the force of an asteroid.

II:

There are fossils all over my heart.

Skulls of lovers,

their words immortalised

in the form of Megalodon teeth.

I’d love to uncover them

And make sense of them,

Piece by piece,

Recreating a lost world.

Or I leave them where they are.

In the darkness

of my heart’s petrified flesh.