Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Slaughter.

And yet again,
I will be left here
To build up the pieces,
Left scattered on the bedroom floor.

Yet again,
I am left here alone,
With blood splattered hands,
Ceramic splinters of the broken
Matching mugs we brought.

Once again,
Tape will not hold
These parts together.

The glue keeping my
Bruised heart beating
Is melting away.

My bones shatter
At your words.
That somehow
Never reached my ears.

They split from
Your tongue
As it spits at me,
And as a dagger digs
Into a fresh kill,
My body becomes
Nothing but a deer
Ready for the slaughter.