Family Values

intertwined thoughts with yours stitched up wounds are open once again appreciation of my silence will be held no more so close to your desires but

I will not encourage my blood to be spilled for indignity and

I would cry but it would kill all that

I know still utter deceit enters my flesh and

I contemplate the end as

I grasp for breath bearing bloody memories while kneeling down letting my insides pour out and my enraged memories won’t let me open these wounds anymore