Whither you wore and tore me down
With your score of igneous insults
Written in such flammable fashion.
Whipped senseless I was by words
And flayed by your furious phrases.
Slayed by sentence after sentence
Until I was left, shaken and bereft,
Uncertain of what gravity felt like.
The world I walked twisted before
My eyes dripping blood and tears.
I strode the dunes of Mars
Gasping for want of fresh,
But only able to inhale more
Of life’s noxious gasses
Until I lay dying of who I was.
Reborn by you with hazy hues
I finally stood anew. Awake.
No more forsaking what you said,
But refreshed for having passed
Through your teeth and lips.
© Brandewulf 2018
Inspired by this most amazing poem written by Susan Richardson.