Meet my bloody, bruised knees
the sight of my grief that breathes before me
hear the choke, the strangled word
that dry hacking stifling that strums a chord
a resonating, a deep silent surrender
this is the face you want to remember?
Meet the shattered stain that becomes me
Glaring scorn, disdain to feed
give me now the shameful name
that shoe that fits, the glove that wears
the brunt and bear of sweltering pain
the seething river, the bludgeoning bridge
this is the scar tissue in which I live.
Created: Aug 01, 2012Kyra_blue Document Media