Friday, December 2, 2016

Cutting Board

Fragile ridges of viridity pulse under vitreous skin.

Rapacious compulsion, rapier plunges—straight and deep.

Satisfied in her release, as scarlet cells diffuse-to-seep

Precious ruby bracelets—down her arm, adorn so warm.

Glassy-eyed and mesmerized, she’s subdued by steady calm.


Premeditated deceptions conceal designs of childhood crime.    

Mitigated madness shadows her shame, so sadly worn:

Rose garden with its razor thorns; quickly caught—purposely torn.

Her pain set free—she lives to see—another day to come;

Scarred and marred: a cutting board, is what she has become.