ARMED CONFLICT

I pull the jagged remains of our relationship out of my heart and hemorrhage poetry instead of despair.

See how you have wounded me until the scars healed into art?

My feeble creations are pitiful bindings for such self-inflicted pain.

Perhaps I will hammer my next work into a shield before I do battle with you again.

Conflict can be such a painful pleasure.

Copyright 2010

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