Catharsis
Catharsis
With a quick turn
of her tongue
I am cut
to the bone
With a swift turn
of her blade,
a sharp word
on the phone
I lay there
taking it,
letting the blood
slowly flow
Your words
are your weapons,
I brace myself
awaiting the final blow
Inside I scream…
Enough!!!
With a quick burn
a cauterized soul
a hardened heart
gaze back in my eye
I am changed…
a new…
It is now your turn
to try and fill the hole
in your patterned part
I no longer believe your lie
I am the teflon heart
from this day forward
to never know pain
or joy from the start
rlm '06
Copyright © Robert Long Mellott | Year Posted 2011
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