The tears won't stop now, flooding across this open wound, filling my snorkel with water, drowning me, this vise compressing my chest, as the rest of my body goes limp, wanting for death to end the torment which beseiges me, to end the lies of love that one too many tongues have thrashed me with to leave a gaping, knarled wound upon this failing heart.
I tremble with dispair, utter torrential sadness overwhelmes me, for my gentle kindred soul, my loving spirit has once too often been used to toil with my emotions, cast a smile about my face, then skin it from me alive while I remain shackled unto the table, the pendulum drawing nearer with each swing, it's blood stained razors edge ripping through the threads, terrorizing me as I cry out in mortal anguish, frantically attempting to free myself from these bindings which have burned into my wrists.
Trust, an emotion of tender misgiving, is but a corrupt emotion to me now, for in it, there are but a few sacred beings who fill that empty void enough to cleanse the grit which has scraped my flesh to the bone, and heal scars which blemish my thoughts with distasteful condemnation.
My only desire, to have someone to love, and be loved in return....
And Once Again.............
A Broken Heart...............
© Nichole Letitia "Nikki" Byrom
4 March 1998
