Untitled Dark Poem #8

Tears glisten
glitter on lashes
prism’d spear
‘gainst the wall
curled tight
fetal position
never feeling
denying pain
even as it washes over.
Wave
after wave
cresting
crushing
whimper
my voice gone
broken on ragged screams
soul wrenched
against my will
into your careless hand.
Tale told
old as time
you spoke golden words
rose colored glasses
I wore so tight
unwilling to see
your carnal delight
with others
not only myself.
Drip
drip
drip
drip
blood pools beneath my feet
warm silk
my arms awash
life fading
door slowly opening.
Behind I stand
you scream and fall
reaching out
reaching toward
death holds sway
no more pain
no more fear
blackness
quiet
revenge
taking with me that which had been yours.
©May 1/22
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