The Smashed Mirror

Exposed chests

 

drip fresh blood
to the earth below.
The mirror smashed;
red dark cave of
grief and despair.

Alone together – in silence,
sweet surrender.
Let this death sink in.
Scars on the inside
release the puss
of ancient wounds unseen.

Transition through
my cut skin,
symbolic yet real,
take my body down,
slowed and released
from its habitual pain.

Stories worn thin
no longer serve;
innocence lost
to abandonment
and overwhelm,
through absence of love.

We become victims again;
no perpetrator now.
Bitter-sweet grief
of our choosing.
Trust the shared
safe circle of men.
Purging the blocks,
feeling the pain
of anger fear and hate –
Welcome the death.

Out of oblivion
we begin life anew.

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