assassins
be careful what you write.
when truth takes its knife,
you’re not here to rescue
me if i bleed out,
spilling secrets,
pouring condemnations,
dripping regrets,
staining your love
maximum red,
color of betrayal,
color of deception,
color of disloyalty.
blood cries out.
did you hear it?
maybe it was only
that dog’s cry,
the one beaten,
neglected,
left to lick
its wounds.
hardly have
i healed
from the last time,
sealed, scarred.
how tiring to die again
to come back
to your indifference.
words take on another poem.
here they go again.
they do not know their weight,
sometimes it’s too late,
unable to stop themselves
beauty crushing beauty,
until there’s nothing left
back to where i started.
what a mess you left,
wielding sharp words
getting nothing out of me.