That Final Withdrawal
   With those Crimson Petals beneath my hands
And Honey dripping, flowing…
Still my skin itches
   For Tooth Kisses and more.
That Addiction I still try to overcome.
By flinching from Self Inflicted pain
   I spoiled the Scar
From its Unintended Perfection.
Leaving bits of Me
   Scattered but not Forgotten.
Each one calling nightly to return.
I’ve kept my head buried
   In this Sandbox of Pain and Loss
Failing to Forget. Which was my Vain Hope…
The Near Death of My own Mother
   Barely Masking this Pain
Of Misunderstandings and Rejection.
My Chrysalis of Grey Thoughts
   Made of Jet and lined with Razors
Dripping Honey meant for Another…
Starts to shred and this Dark Moth
   With skin Stained of Steel, Emerges.
All emotions New, Raw, and Craving
   Steel and Kisses to cut new Scars
On Fresh Skin that still Itches
   For Crimson Petals beneath my hands
      And Honey….
         Dripping….
            Flowing…..