You hurt me today, but not tomorrow.
I saw my tears absorb under the cotton
sheets that blanket against a speckled
sky…the sky that threw me a wish.
I wished to write this perfect. To bleed
the pool of whispers and wonders that
hurt so much, then rinse the sins of
silence to the Gods of heaven.
The glow of your own skinned the
essence of myself, using the peach
treat for a canvas of the most unthinkable art.
Showcasing stories that you speak.
You hurt me today, but not tomorrow.
As I walked outside a body once mine,
one finger pressed against a cheek drowning
nails into the torment of my tears.
I felt you twist both knives between
the movement of my shoulder blades
laughing like a playful child, pushing
the potion of evil deeper to my fear.
I closed my eyes as the chemicals of you
eroded through the once happy heart I held.
Crushing curses caused this heart to drop into
the puddle of pain that seeped through to the solitude of you.
You hurt me today….tomorrow I know I will be okay.
