One Blow

You were the best
the worst thing
to happen to me
A thin dotted line
shakily drawn
between love and hate
Where we go
after we’ve bled out
How we find our way
to the right side-
Maybe we don’t.
We become different people
from here
apathetic, passive
always curling inward

One blow and that’s
the trust gone
Now you open your mouth
like a raised fist
I dread your words
this room
the thing I was doing
at that moment-
I dread the feeling
of losing you
again and again
Each a new scar
on a bruised heart
And what I miss most
is the safe place
you never were.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *