the crows call
for one last taste of blood
i shred my skin
and shed for him
the one i wounded
that brittle bud
i selfishly salvaged my guilt ridden sword
and revealed my bloody blade coated with scorn
doe eyes prickled with enraged tears
fury filled nose with betrayal bladed ears
then comes forgiveness i never deserved
there comes sympathy i never earned
he coats me tenderness though his heart does ache
he wipes my tear coated cheeks though he breaks
the crows call
for one last taste of blood
detestation immerses a flood
but
what loathing can break
the covenant of love?
