Bloodshot
Your bloodshot eyes, staring down into her soul
As your unholy thoughts flood from your disgusting mouth
A happiness she had spent so long to reclaim
So much time and energy wasted on self acceptance
simply as a result of those eyes
snatches it all away
creating a new kind of scar, one you can’t see on her wrists
but one carved across her wilting heart
Your laughing as stumble around,
drunk on so many things
Staring at her open chest,
at her vulnerability
As if the cut of her shirt
allows your opinions to cut out her heart
Her comfortability shattered with your disgusting words
So I ask you - why must you take that comfortability away?
A grown man standing before her
Gagging from his words,
as his “ life experience”,
begins to flow from his mouth
Into the throat of his victim
Someone who has yet to have words of her own