a bad relationship

the 

slash marks

on my wrists

have faded

- the night

you held 

the knife

against 

my neck

till it bled

taunting me

to cut

deeper

doubting

the credibility

of my arm

wounds

i double-dared

you

to sink 

the 

vampyric blade

further

but then

my child

interrupted

with bandages.

the scars

still visible

under 

long sleeves

- when people

ask me

what they are

i jest

"a bad relationship".

playing cards

your concept of an honest loving supportive relationship is somewhat different to mine. but you do win originality points for your reconciliation approach, perhaps not for taste. but then it's such a personal thing is it not?

thanks for disappearing once more last night to "look after your mates". i see their care was in excellent hands. the boys club lives on. i get the picture. all four of them.

some things are best left unsaid

...or written on walls.

haiku: rodent splatter film

flattened in seconds
fevered by cheese promises
but crushed underfoot