My first day of actual anger...
"The Last Word" By Peter Davison
When I saw your head bow, I knew I had beaten you.
You shed no tears -not near me- but held your neck
Bare for the blow I had been too frightened
Ever to deliver, even in words. And now,
In spite of me, plummeting it came.
Frozen we both waited for its fall.
Most of what you gave me I have forgotten
With my mind but taken into my body,
But this I remember well: the bones of your neck
And the strain in my shoulders as I heaved up that huge
Double blade and snapped my wrists to swing
The handle down and hear the axe's edge
Nick through your flesh and creak into the block.
"Sacrifice" By Anonymous
I want to drink your blood from a chalice of your bones.
Lay you on an altar of pain that I have stored since we met.
I want to hold your heart and feel it beat one last time in my hand.
Watch your eyes drain of life, staring up at me, knowing I have finally won.
You are as low as you have made me feel, and lower still.
I gave you everything, and I took away the same, and more.
Bot only in dreams I eat your flesh, while swimming in self-loathing.
And yet, all I want is to be held and loved, if only fake. I just want to feel some one's nails along my back, their teeth in my neck, their hair agianst my cheek. I don't care how they feel toward me, I just want to surrendor wholly to some one, just once, just for a moment. I honestly don't care who gives me this.
When I saw your head bow, I knew I had beaten you.
You shed no tears -not near me- but held your neck
Bare for the blow I had been too frightened
Ever to deliver, even in words. And now,
In spite of me, plummeting it came.
Frozen we both waited for its fall.
Most of what you gave me I have forgotten
With my mind but taken into my body,
But this I remember well: the bones of your neck
And the strain in my shoulders as I heaved up that huge
Double blade and snapped my wrists to swing
The handle down and hear the axe's edge
Nick through your flesh and creak into the block.
"Sacrifice" By Anonymous
I want to drink your blood from a chalice of your bones.
Lay you on an altar of pain that I have stored since we met.
I want to hold your heart and feel it beat one last time in my hand.
Watch your eyes drain of life, staring up at me, knowing I have finally won.
You are as low as you have made me feel, and lower still.
I gave you everything, and I took away the same, and more.
Bot only in dreams I eat your flesh, while swimming in self-loathing.
And yet, all I want is to be held and loved, if only fake. I just want to feel some one's nails along my back, their teeth in my neck, their hair agianst my cheek. I don't care how they feel toward me, I just want to surrendor wholly to some one, just once, just for a moment. I honestly don't care who gives me this.