The Broken One

Broken words, shattered mirror,
Tears ricochet, shouts linger,
Bruises in shape of butterfly on stomach.

Held by chains against rock,
Raging storm surround,
Screams unheard, alone.

Crawl across sand,
Wind ferocious biting into skin,
Raw knees, raw soul.

Beg for forgiveness,
Pushed back down, back screaming,
Waves relentless on your shore.

Broken soul, broken tears,
He says “I’m sorry, can you forgive?”
Buys you roses with stench of unwilling guilt.

Shy words, shy smile,
Darkness hisses, pain cleaving through,
One perfect night.

Broken words, shattered mirror
Tears ricochet, shouts linger,
Bruises in shape of butterfly on stomach.

Again and again.

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