Anger is those heavy consonants
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I never seem to muster
I find the sharp metallic spitting slitting decapitating one liners
Suffice my point more often
Than is not the case, you chased
Me down a trail of razor blades I left like scent
To harm you
And deter attempts of saviour
You still loved me
When we both collapsed upon the road
Bloody and congealing, kneeling, needing
Each other's home to rest us
The moment I brushed your flesh
Tears warmed and cooled simultaneously
Old wounds. We submitted
To the sweetheart and the rapist
Locking eyes of trust, distrust, disgust and lust-filled knowledge
Familiarity, a home
We'd drained ourselves escaping
Still home. Still hatred. Still love.
Like we'd never felt it slither
Ruined from our grasp.
Nothing has torn our entangled limbs
And nothing will, like blood and the spirit level
Distance knocks all balance
So we remain
And the razor blades, that litter still the mutual path
And nick our persistent steps
Will surely thin and fade, brave we the walk
To future, softened, with loyalty and trust
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