A sacred betrayal, bound in blood,
And stained with the little canals
Of salty tears.
Torn and rent, broken and used,
Held hostage
By a monster in a lover’s breast.
Fists, feet, words;
All become weapons
In the hands of a beast.
Shame and fear persisting---
Quiet devotion and regret.
Once, before two became one,
There was passion, love,
Burning hot and bleeding red.
Now, two hearts again,
Made separate yet bound together,
A crimson wound upon the sacred union.
As a cruel child tortures a fly,
So too does this husband
Rip off the wings of his paper angel,
Throwing them down in the fire
Burning long; ugly crimson where once
Thoughts of love roamed.
Those roads, those heartstrings
Are now scars, paths overtaken by callous foliage,
Ne’er again to be traveled
After the reaping of a vicious love.