Honest.

In the moment of truth
The first spike is fear
Naked, pale and hot
Shrieking inside the chest
Your eyes are gleaming…
With conviction.
Soft, the hand that grazed
Across my skin, melts into
A black song-bird flying
Through the air –
Stop.
Please, I can explain.
Your eyes are vehement now
Brown globules of shining
Simmering heat.
Song-bird returns to
It’s nest. The next spike
Is red confusion –
A hasty prediction of
Consequences
The pain I will cause you
In the telling and the denial.
A shard through the mind,
A shard through my chest
I wonder, which, but
I stare at you, hold my head
In my hands –
A tear drop, then another,
Then another, you think
You’ve hurt me –
Rush to my side with arms wide open
Whispering apologies, holding me.

I wish you had,
Hurt me.

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