Bleeding

I looked down to see if I was bleeding.
Wasn’t sure if it was the cut going in or you pulling out.
So many lashes with your tongue-this wound wasn’t clean.
I looked down, not believing that you had slashed and twisted;
Without remorse.

I just returned from visiting good friends in Portland, where the weather was much cooler than I'm used to! Had a great time hanging out, drinking beer and listening to the Kung Pao Chickens .


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