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