/Sakkaku

Long sleeves to hide the scars

on forearms, wrists palms

long nights brimming with

smudges of red, hastily covered

…wet, thick aching

…quick breaths, muffled sobs

fists clenched, pressed against

deep red smiles

heated scent of iron.

Curling up, shaking, eyes closed tightly

stars of pain dancing beneath the lids

drifting, fading, beneath the moonlight,

spilling through the window—

silver on red, on white

—breath soft, shallow, at rest

until tomorrow night.

~

Dedication:  This poem is dedicated to the wonderful and talented Jon (userid 95671 of )