Embed your blade in My bone. Drag your dagger through My flesh. Make it hurt.

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Embed your blade in My bone. Drag your dagger through My flesh. Make it hurt.
Dangerous lies in Wait at your door. Inside Your house. So be still.
On I twitch and dance As you tug my strings, your toy; Set me free, I beg.
Once was I a good Man, can we pretend that we Could begin again?
Loose lips may sink ships, But, your dry salty mouth cracks So pucker up, my sweet.
I once heard forgiveness is often a process. I didn’t fully understand it at the time. I thought you had to forgive right away or