Scars

{Fights leave scars. It's a fact}



I have images

Of face, eyes and mouth, disdain and hate

Mundane, dismissive silence

Or explosive violence

There is a weight somewhere

And I bend, and I clench, and I wait.

I feel the pounding in my chest

The resistance of the air

Everything seems so cold and so sharp

So dumb so inevitable

Until the only escape is the impossible

Until the only break is the unthinkable

And my heart

Starts crying for our loss

Our mistakes or simply

For our love.