Bloodshot

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