Category : Poems

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Scanty scorning comes to a screeching halt the moment your scolding becomes scratches across my face. 
I reluctantly acquiesce your forced embrace to apologize, 
Again.

At what point will my will-power wantonly waive your wavering wands with which you try to wash away your sins by inflicting wounds?
You deserve it.

Suffering silently, I grasp for air to enter my lungs as falling rivers form puddles on the stained linens I never got to. 
I'm losing it.

Insanity creeps in as I inquire within:
Are you strong enough?

The test was positive. 

I have to go.