Slice

Reckless precision.

Serrated, torn, 

Berated, scorned.

I walked willingly to your prison,

I tried but could not walk out into the yard.

Feckless incisions.

Whipped, lashed,

Soul, slashed.

I amputated my heart to save repetition.

I am mute and unable touch another.

Deftness commission.

Abused, trodden,

Hidden, Forgotten.

I pray for my nerves fail to transmit, and also abscission.

I find peace in the shade and temporary solitude.

Helpless addiction.

Gripped, compressed,

Elated, depressed.

I try to fix the abuser, as it heads for perdition.

I finally permit its death as I unveil my last green shoot which thrived in my roots.

I will sustain passion one day.

©PEDRO-BATPOET 2018