Wounded

(Trigger/Content warning: This post contains references to abuse that readers may find to be triggering.)




The bodies of the broken ones
 lay helpless, trampled
 …again
 on the battlefield
wincing, bloodied, throbbing with pain
 unable to escape
 to safety.


Unexploded bombs
 of unresolved issues
scattered in plain sight
 in the battleground
that has become our home.


Vulnerable to attack
 from all sides, at any moment
 I retreat, wounded
From the land mine that is your heart.


All this carnage
 --so much devastation
 by one man, so heavily armored
 wielding a solitary weapon:
 your tongue.