Supression
I saw your face.
I didn’t want to,
Nor did I look for it,
But it was there.
I saw your face.
It was just a picture on a screen
But I could feel your stare
Deep past the barbed wire fence
Surrounding my heart and protecting my soul
Deep past the one thing I thought could hold
You out, but still you found a way in,
And as your stare climbed my fence
The wire tore skin
And I bled.
I bled every feeling I thought I let go
And it dripped and it dripped
Painfully slow.
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