Bandaids
Of each abusive remark they allude to
My lips hemorrhage when it comes to you.
Thieving my voice, preventing my serenity
My sanctuary dimes for your own insanity.
Of each little bite and of each little plight
My lips bleed your lunacy in plain sight.
You’re one pretending to leech and try
And deny what disorders seize your mind.
A king’s power declined if it’s vacuous
Your power of agony is gravely contagious.
Which one of us will bound to cry and ache
In an eternal cycle of drain and ocean shakes?
Mad as a matter in our dimly lit liberty
My lips bleed most from our insanity.
Bandaids seem like a temporary healing
Washing the blood away and the feeling
Of your maims on my body and grimness
Yet bandaids never permitted my forgiveness.
Even the sweetest things have horrors
Sticking bandaids on my mouth in order
My lips seep misery mistaken for maple
Your maims blinded by one foolish staple.
So now you deserted me in clean solitude
My bandaids will remain, they’ll recall you.
…
My voice strayed.
You elapse away.
But bandaids stay.