(for a friend who still wears the
scars deep from ****)


Years later

like old black

shoes he

will never

wear again.

your covered

in secrets

and cobble

webs that

watercolor

your eyes in

only grey

and black.

and love

no longer

clings

to you,

you fear it

and like

a beaten

fish.

teeth bloodied

and crimson red.


you catch it

and then

without

ceremony

throw

it back.


his arms

are still

all around

you his

mouth tearing

flesh from your

lips.the

pressure of

his weight

is all

encompassing.


and he

is not

sorry,

and he

never will

be.


he only

fantasized about

a moment

and then

the moment

set him

free.