Poetry: Neutered
Words are spears; sharp points
Shrouded
In a comfort blanket.
Blood is drawn.
It trickles
Down.
Serrated edges kiss the flesh,
That caress I wish I had had,
Distorted: better than nothing.
My eyes are dry.
New tear ducts, gouged out
By syllables:
I love you
Elation; heart swells.
As a friend.
Implosion; too far swollen.
A knife at the throat of my femininity.
Castration in kind, or
Kind castration?
That word:
LOVE:
The caressing hand, which, with
One wrong move,
Becomes an unwitting claw.
A fist - sharp.
Thrust.
Thump.
Thrust again.
I am weeping.
Within, my tears are red.