Slashed

The wound reopens
rawness exposed to the air
wincing
tender edges
revealing deeply bruised flesh & 
steering pain
throbbing
begging to be noticed

Feels as always
Punishing, consuming
reminding me of its infliction
a flash of those demonic eyes
through the chest cavity
to the hidden heart within
in the briefest of moments
with keen dexterity
the wound was dealt

It never heals
Paper thin scar tissue frequently breaks.
a text
a memory
the hush of that name
enough to cruxify once more
Perpetual torment
          a gift from a lover x