Raw Entrance Wounds

There's a new hole in my heart
A gash of raw entrance wounds
Like a world with blown up parts
With the bowels bare in the moon
Like a breath of wind through a keyhole
The center cannot hold its own
Flowing like water through a basket
A sea of blood gushes from the gash.
The old hole is still mending
The new cut is raw, running deep
I'm like a sponge soaking in waters
Of feeling but I'm no retainer
Feeling is heartfelt torture
Cold turkey is the new culture
I was digging around a hole
When I found my heart was not whole.

Akpan