You know I can’t
love when you bring me to
my knees. A drop of
blood from your
hit teeth. Sorrow dipped

and sipped blue in ice.

When the past
becomes a flurry and it’s
hard to taste your sweet
thoughts merely turned
into sweat, only

to spit it out.

You took my soul and
clenched it to prove I was
wrong. Trusting and loving you
brought my knees
to the ground, and I laid

my hands on the cool soil.

How can I become one
with myself again? With tears I
let flow but myself
forgotten in the ground. Wings
above me in the air, curved through

my spine into a horned tail.
Tortured soul, I’ve known it all
along.

© 25 August 2013