some people leave marks that never go awayMature

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.

The End

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