A rage tears up like a bull at a matador
Finally caught it's captor.
Love close as the red, yet so far.
The blood so fervently sought,
Never to be had. Too skilled an opponent,
parry-Lunge. Never a lunge, Never a chance to.
Love tattooed upon another. A slave, a deity.
Upon the pedestal, close enough to touch;
Yet too far to Feel.
To Feel. Already had a taste of the glimmer of hope
A glimmer, reflected off glass which Cuts the mouth.
Into a Glasgow smile, invincible to the outside,
Scarred. To fade but never to heal.
I will walk, away, head forever turned back
Eyes locked upon the past, on the ambush
To expect another up ahead. Expected, never spotted.
Next time, tongue retracted, eyes closed, mind closed, wounds open.
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