Revelation

written before the silence that has since followed

The pain sears through my wrist and into my heart. 

Your grip tightening and that burning glare. 

You’ve never spoken in such a way to me before,  

The mark left across my cheek still burns bright.

 

I hold back my tears and blame myself for rash actions

The haunting consequences. Those eyes.

 

Apologies fall on deaf ears.

Quickly regretted at blindness to the damage.  

 

Threats not idle – sting.

The freshest cut in this long-standing battle

The End

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