Its OK again
when the blood flows
moon releases the pain
and anger dissipates
into the night
release.
The wine like blood
soothes the swelling
and bruises the skin
wine pressed for testing.
The anger shame and horror
that were so real and felt
have been surpassed
by the intrinsic love
of our bonds.
You hurt me.
You crushed my fragile confidence
in us.
Its OK
But I am worn now stained my blood and yours
tears and freakshow screaming
weapons of words and mind manipulations
are your game.
I don't play.
Fresh Cuts on a scarred mind
Fettered thoughts
and a lessening of trust
and respect
Kiss and make up
lips curling again
damaged by the crush of your breath.
Spirit in limbo
resigned to this life.
let's make the most of it.