Standing there
On gnarled, blistered feet
(I ran so far for you)
tears bleed internally.
Smash me hard to the ground again
with another bitter setback

(I'm ready, waiting for it this time)

Rage against the scars of crimson sunset.
Raise tides of wrath,
raise it high and thunderage,
fight, die cursing it, attack.
never forgiving you (never forget)
if you abandon, like a small child
at the crux, brittle bones crack
hard against my inky heart.
Falling to the floor
- to the ground.
(I scream your name and claw
you to me, let you hurt me,
just exist, fight, fight back)

Selfish departure, tempts - resist.
Wearying those brittle bones
(crush me, I'm ready)
let my life crumble to grave dust,
auburn sunsets come
wounds inflicted beneath
itching skin,
(scratch me again)
tear snaking tubes from pitted flesh
fight hard against the sunset
(your crimson, bleeding sunset)
rageandhurtandbruise
brittle as I am
(raise your wrath, raise it high)
Smash down, shatter me so you can live on.

(I'm dead already with you gone)

{Smash me down as I claw you to me, hold you coldclammy against papery skin (nails sinking into my papery skin). Release my bleeding tears, raging tears that cascade - sliding over passive flesh, flesh I cling to for my own sake - my selfish sake I cling on to your ebbing shell - your dying body that I will to live, that I beg to cursefight back - for my own sake - fight back for me and smash me down so you can live, scream in my ears and smack me down, back to the floor, hard against that shattered floor and break me as I smashandcry bleeding tears that pour from scarlet eyes, flood my sad scarred broken heart and flow for you so you may live, so you may live, so you may live....}

12/16/2002

Author's Note: Another one from the archives. Its not great. Sometimes emotion is hard to express when your bubbling with it. That may or may not make sense, like this poem. Whatever the case, it might be worth noting that this was an attempt at written honesty.

Posted on 03/24/2003
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