When I should have fought
That day,
you remember?
When I just stepped aside
and let you walk away from me?
That day.
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Rushing out/rushing in
The force of the blow
that knocked me to my knees and
took my breath away.
Never in my life
Her life was defined
by boundaries of blood,
borders as blinding crimson
as the scars she carried.
Menses…
Virginity lost…
The night he beat her for saying “No.”…
The self-inflicted wounds after they took her daughter from her.
The ocean of blood
she has waded through
has long since taught her
to “Never say ‘never’.”
Filtered
He measured his words
like he did coffee grounds and
used them as often.
Transit
The pitter, patter of their feet
pounding daily on the street
and the weight of all the soles
stumbling through their grim patrols
cut a pattern of deep scars
which still bled, even in their cars.
Clouded
New purpose obscured
by my old, well-worn vices,
my clouded vision.
Flame
She danced weightlessly
on the precipice’s edge
in the summer breeze.
Glass
She thought she was the bee’s knees
the teen-queen of the land
but crack open her hourglass
and there was only sand.
Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game
Swords and sorcery,
heroes and legends but still
just a distraction.
A (wise) man of two faces 