Scarlet Flood
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As depression dominates your thoughts,
love morphs into the forbidden fruit.
And as your stomach twists into knots,
the weight of its absence grows acute.
You cringe inside, knowing life's unfair;
drowning in tears, you struggle to cope.
For suckling on the breasts of despair,
reality has drained you of hope.
When childhood memories include rape;
trust dissipates into nothingness.
And you find that you cannot escape
the shadow of utter emptiness.
Admonishing life, you curse your fate
as the blade's cold steel scratches a path.
And self-abuse morphs into self-hate;
although cutting starts to calm your wrath.
Purging the hurt from your tortured soul,
starts with a tiny trickle of blood.
And then, as these cuts exact their toll,
crimson drops become a scarlet flood.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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