Sadness and grief,
the cutting cousins
sever my center,
a spectrum of wounds
which heal,
but only almost
before the next member of
the eviscerating family
comes visiting.
Some days,
those days I am too sliced up,
bleeding from a dozen wounds,
without the stamina to persevere,
I long for a 14" Bowie knife,
to defend the enemy,
to fight back,
or simply finish the job the cutting cousins started
so my suffering can end.
~ Mk Michaels
