Black-eyed heart again,
winded, he won't speak a word.
Arguments low in his lungs- blackened.
Abuse is a lump in his throat.

No one knows what goes
on behind closed pages.
Subtext uttered in place
of the code phrase,
can't bring ourselves to say.

He's all out of rhyme & reason,
has haikus for feelings,
bereft of free-verse anymore...

No one knows what goes
on behind closed pages,
hate that punctuates
our outer space,
won't bring ourselves to stray..

Which chapters will you tell?
The ones where you beat yourself,
bleed yourself, yell yourself danger words,
saved for each & every occasion.
You see he was the heathen,
the demon of feelings,
abuser and victim in hell.

© DanGlyn