some people leave marks that never go away.
you littered me with them.
you’re a Richter-scale earthquake. I
crash to my knees every time you come along.
he tries to stitch me up, rubs salve on these wounds
and helps stop the shaking of my hands.
but you’re a poison in my veins, tainting
everything I see with these fever dreams and memories.
I need to bleed you out but you’ve spread
through every inch of me.