Broken window over your broken heart
Violence screaming from you for my silent abuse.
Manipulations seemingly required from
psychotic, neurotic, pathologic BURNS.
First-degree reddens tear-streaked cheeks.
Second-degree blisters already damaged hearts.
Third-degree terrorizes our love systemically.
We perpetuate self-fulfilling prophecies into a
long-prepared grave.
Can we survive persistant trauma?
Can we desist our intellectual fences?
Discharge instructions include continual rehabilitation with detailed plan of care.
Smash away those fabrications and assumptions
of what is quietly kinetic within me.
Sweep up the shards of glass and dispense your
anti-convulsants.
Stop this shaking, this mental breaking, this
necrotic tissue...
Vocalize your pain before it destroys our home.
I already have too many loves confined
to darkened tombs.
04.07.06
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