Subscribe to Posts
That night had placed deep scars in me
Seeing my face with tear-strained eyes
Wiped dry with streaks of crimson red
Drawn slowly from my shaking arms
Still pained by memories of his hands
Pressed hard on me as white teeth hissed,
And commanded me to silence.
I drift on clouds of ethanol
To a place where I would find myself
Happy and safe, no tears on my cheeks,
Kept warm and fed on Christmas day
By lover’s most endearing voice,
With hands laid gently upon my breast,
A touch to bring no shame.
I would look on lover with a happy heart
Knowing only these blissful moments
Spent in his grace, the greatest of joys,
In a world where passion is not a crime,
Nor parties an invitation to self-ruin.
Where a gentle breeze would kiss my face
In place of hissing, hungry teeth.
The clouds give way to show the teeth
Breaking all the could-have-beens
Sparkling now as never-wills
Shattered now by hisses and glares
Scattered in shards across the floor
Painting hands red with guilt as I try
To put the pieces back in place.
Those shards won’t fit the future, now,
The choice in which I now must lay,
Birthing scars across my arms
To mourn the future that never was
As fate saw fit to lead me here
To cry a tear for every drop
Of the oceans I failed to cross.
