unforgiven
Dear Michael and Luke,
I don’t forgive you
Because I am the silent nights filled with rising actions and razor blades
Invading the purity of the untouched
Counting on the healing power of nightmares and an emptiness in my heart
This tragic climax can only be marked by the marks permanently carved into the inner workings of my being
And the vital fluid that has escaped the makeshift fortress I’ve become accustomed to fashioning has stained my sheets the color of mortality
Signifying the blood that you made me shed for your pleasure
I am not an epic hero but my epic flaw is written all over my inability to forget you slimy palms holding me into submission
I am the poster child for make-sure-your-victim-doesn’t-remember-being -a-victim
But being unsatisfactory does not give you the right to write yourself into my sanctuary
Leaving behind the stench of misery and the permanence of sleepless nights