Poetry

Cut

Cut

a Poem by Raquel Swann

 

Into unharmed flesh

you were scratched by

the vile claws of love

Tiny speckles of trust

seep out of the fresh wound.

Anger splits into the cut

as trust begins to leak

on to the floor.

Resentment ensues and

the gaping hole needs stitches.

With the onset of jealously

there is no return.

You’ve lost too much and,

from this you may never

recover.

It’s in that moment,

a part of you dies

forever.

Not even the best of us

can survive without trust.

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