From Wounds That Bleed
Around, all around the shadows gather
My dread grows as his touch falls against my neck, capturing my fear like a bird in his hand
It slays me, and darkly my life's blood drips to the cold, uncaring tombstones
Wrists that bleed from crimson wounds no-one else can see and now will never heal
In a strange and terrible glee I dance macabre while my doom takes me
Now alone, my soul cries out behind silent, staring eyes
Seeking the shadows for refuge
This is the path on which your love left me
And I am all the stronger because of it.
By Marie Bruce
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