Claws,
  wounds,
deep,
   screams,
points
    and
   shadows
     or
     silhouettes
      of past ones;
  blood -
   crusting over your lies,
truth?
delusion,
disillusion,
polluted
  drops
   projected
into the wrong
  cup of sorrow -
further,
pinching
  a little stronger;
how it burns
and spreads -
  those little embers
   scattering like
  a cancerous angst;
claws,
  wounds,
deep,
   screams -

   one on top of the other;

  Raven will
  find no shelter
  for you inside,

               we keep the dogs
                     out back
                 now-ah-days

   much love,
      my sweet