I should've known how life is
so repetitive
when he turned into him.
and him turned into you.
and my blood still ran so coldly warm
my heart still skipped a missing beat
again, and again
you cut off my tongue,
again, and again
you blinded me,
crucified me,
and you burnt into ashes
again, and again.
________________
Bethany Louise Rose
2014/15
