Saturday, 1 July 2017

That Loving Touch (June 28, 2017)

Your words
Haunt me
Like a dark horror
Of the vilest kind.

Where truth
Is twisted
Into the blackest lies
Upon your lips.

Your gentlest touch
Is the harshest blow
Rupturing my soul.

Where blood flows
Like tears
From my pores.

Leaving behind
An emaciated body
And soul.

All done
Under the guise
Of parental love
To a child.

Therisa © 2017

Author's note: Just a little darkness.

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