Ritual Bloodletting
I have died a thousand deaths today
Every word of hers not heard
Not spoken
Or whispered
Cuts imagined
But yours are not
Yours
Cutting and flaying
Like a master swordsman
Opening me
And letting my
Passion splash across
The walls of our
Home
Our life
My pleads
Go unheard on
Both accounts
The silence
Never breaks
Nor does the
Flooding anger
Ever stop
Relegated to
My place
To endure
And endure
I shall
As I have so
Many many times
Before
And
Always will
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Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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