slashed crying blood with
you told me it would be okay
i died there, beneath cold hands
before smiles and love, before life
held onto broken self, cradle
head lost to slightest daydream
tossing base up, down, sliver the moon
there were no casualties of soul
slow pulsing heart, held to bruised
always holding, sliding tears
moment slipped away to curled up in-tenstion corner