Wednesday, October 22, 2008

I find your offense offensive.

you scolded me for
darkening your circle
dancing shadows
into your flash light fallacies
assaulted like a rape victim on
new year's eve
left to heave and bleed
in the snow
when i realized
the blood on my hands
and between my thighs
was my own
so with it
i decorate my own
smearing crimson arcs
of gore
across the landscape
of the fake world
i have created
to hide from the hurt
of the real one
changing my name
and embracing
the demons within

© 2008 by MCChadwick