he left a stain in my mind
like Kool aid on the countertop
stuck to be ignored like footprints in the sand
mapping the self sustaining conflicts of the
constant companion that accompanies the abrasive, never ending greif.
an eternity of sorrows so discolored by the alienated shadows that even the darkest night could never haunt, never hide all the things you keep down buried alive
deep inside still celebrating that scarlet betrayal
looking past your shoulder for that evil grim stalking you somewhere but lurking within
soon to consume what you once held so precious before is now the river that flows over the floor
only grasping colder now as an ocean bleeds high
more and more like the very things you swore you'd never become.
© Quila Marie