Anthology

Twisted

Jagged blades

Thrown out,

Blindly and angrily and hurt

The one's closest ripped to shreds

The innocent and beloved

Bleeding on the floor.

Monster

Words slicing through thoughts like words through friends

Oboros, auto-cannibalism

The vulture picking at your corpse: you.

Nothing but pain, but hurt

You are nothing but a curse, a shard of agony that

They keep impaling themselves on

Tying to heal you.

Some wounds cannot be cured.

Glass, all over the floor

But you step, red footprints from the door down the hall

Wincing, as you are torn and wounded

Uncaringly painful, unthinkingly cruel

Down, on the bed of roses, petals plucked and tossed aside,

The thorns' all that's left,

You lay, pulling them close

The spines and spikes prick and jab and sink in

And you cry out because it hurts, but you tug them closer and hug them tighter

Because for them you'll bleed all over this town

For them you'll spend your fortune on bandaids.

And one day you'll be tough enough that they won't hurt you

But more likely,

You'll wear them smooth and soft again

And everything will be okay.

Because you're together.