Permission

 

He decorates her in shimmering bruises
from the inside out.
She twists
between yesterday's promises
and the clammy sheets.

He grips her hair
and slams rigid [half] truths
home
while she whimpers
her crimson succor.

Infinite depths
to this welted well.
Two bodies
die of thirst
while arms are raised —

The strands of yes and no,
stinging and soothing,
entwined, flexed, frayed.
Soon,
please, soon,
he applies the balm.

"You will, won't...
I allow you
to breathe."

















*note - this is fiction, a poet's twisted mind roaming into darkness"