HuRT withIN…

…in the aching space between old and new skin, in the gap of your absence.I will heal though I mustn’t conceal (in this secrecy) that your iridescent entry-exit mattered/that in this code of words said and unsaid I found a thread of light again: Yet it ain’t surprising- I cracked under the pressure of an indolence, my disturbed nonchalance leading me astray.

though my petals look all pretty they cut like razorblades/’for my  rose was withering but it hardened instead. 

(& I’d never want anyone to hurt themselves while mending me.)

Metal Rose of Anger, Love & Despair