Deeper still

...those salty gums drops forced
casually down a perched throat
embed the scars of lost love
on tongue with each cursed syllable ...

Cutting Fill,so deeper the wound
faster the healing so I'm told.
pirece with precise slices...

mark my tears and snot nose
with infected abrasions across
a bruised heart..

Until the reflection is nothing but
outcries of tainted Never agains.
and healing , well healing is nothing
so long as my bones can withstand the
cuts left by bruised egos and misplaced
I love you ...

...and maybe once all is said and done and bones
lay bare will the cut no longer burn the pain no longer
a reminder of what was never held dear

will it be deep enough to awake
me ..