Robert Long Mellott Poet I do not know?

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

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 1, 2011 at 6:36 AM Deeply emotional write Robert and your words as weapons line is awesome indeed.. as they truly are especially in romance... enjoyed the presentation of this piece.. the teflon heart will have new life eventually luv.. thankxx for your splendid comments so sweet on my poetry as well .. enjoyed with luv..