Blemished

The blatant blemish above your eye
was not a gift at birth - a bestowal of conjoined capillaries

It's a faithful flashback
of giftwrapped rage, in shredded ribbons
Cushioned by the refusal
to acknowledge uncurbed anger.

You - the vicarious punchbag
Holding halcyon hopes for change...............

Your psyche eroding like crumbling cliff tops
Yet you glued the fissures over

Missiles from bookshelves
wine fuelled ire grown in a Merlot sodden petri dish

It was she - with the horrible smiles and the

ugly eyes