Festering Claw Marks
She thinks to toy with me,
Striking here and there
I feel dogged and struck,
Like a toy on a string
Her hand was cold
and lips held pain
from someone else’s strike
deep red claw wounds
I have mine
pink edged red gashes
flowing with liquid pain
Where is the healing grace.
I know it’s in my mind
and I am blind to see
what reality will bring
at the setting of the sun
She thinks to toy with me,
Striking here and there
I feel dogged and struck,
Like a toy on a string
Her hand was cold
and lips held pain
from someone else’s strike
deep red claw wounds
I have mine
pink edged red gashes
flowing with liquid pain
Where is the healing grace.
I know it’s in my mind
and I am blind to see
what reality will bring
at the setting of the sun
1 comment:
Wow!
I hope this was cathartic for you to write!
Barb
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