Tender Wounds
Ice cold, bitter in its wake
The last truly cold autumn that touched the world
A precipice of endless promise
For those willing to leap in it
Those words meant nothing, were nothing
Nothing but a flimsy plastic shield
To deflect my flimsier shale knife
From excising the truth from wicked lies
In all rot lies rebirth
Fertility and fecundity from things fetid and festering
Two hedgehogs bled dry through contact
Reaching out for something to make sense of
Tender moments, tender wounds
A broken foot, a fileted cleft
In moments of doubt and distrust
Dutifully caring for the other as we pledged
Sunset, sunlit
Aflame in the orange glow of Sol
The only truths we could accept connected
Clenched, drenched and parted with a kiss
Bitter and desperate
Intent solely on wounding each other
Plaintive mewls for connection were ignored
As actions of espionage and subterfuge
Words meant nothing after all
A cry for peace? For love? To return to what once was?
Or a trojan horse, rupturing within?
Love was war, and all was fair
So I waited for the end and took it when offered
Hooks and claws tearing chunks of flesh from me
Leaving tender wounds I still lick in remembrance
Whenever sad words come surging back
Copyright © Derek Chos | Year Posted 2021
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