The tongue is the fastest
healing part of our bodies.
Yet, I still taste the blood
from the first cut you gave me.

Maybe it’s because
you cut me deeply,
I haven’t gotten time
to heal before you
took another **** from
my already irritated wounds.

This format of a life
keeps falling short
before it reaches another line.

A life of bleeding poetics
dimmed down to just a tiny
flicker of a flame.
I once burned like a star
now I barely lighten
a small room or window seal.

From the pain:
You won’t forget about me,
for I can be like a shadow
I will always be there
even when you don’t want me.

From me:
That frightens me,
never again will I
feel pain free.

Pain cut me like a knife
it was sharpe and hard,
now I taste the irritation
upon my tongue.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton