Black and blue cover these hands
Faded are the elders
But here marks a new one
Slashed into the red and plump
Nothing more than an offense
Resorting to little defense
Small battles led to this
Hear my scream, my shout
Bleeding with passion
The sound of sorrow fills these lungs
Drowning out the cries
Save me no more
Your words have cut through
I shall love in spirit
But not by body
For now it is broken
-Jessica Santos
© 2013 Jessica Santos
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