#echo's scribbles

gouged out

my eyes

preserved them

in saline solution

so what they perceived

may also be

immortalised.

embrace me in my sleep

comforting, cold

so for a few hours

i am able to pretend

that five hundred days

ago is the present

and right now

you’re here.

i still reach

to old memories

for familiarity. all

tinted in our blood.

the red diluted with

tears. iron and salt mix,

congeal on my face.

a bitter taste

washed away for

another

tomorrow.

with no messages again

in my phone.

a quiet morning.

suffocating.

choking.

i wake up slowly.

that what you did hurt

me. the claw marks you

left in my arms sting like

ghosts.

other days i tell myself

that it didn’t matter;

at least it left your

hands with pristine

vitality.

match the discoloured

shades in yours.

it will not heal.

i’ll twist and pinch

at the thin frail skin

as red fades to purple

fades to green

fades back into

my flesh.

i'm just tired

love is a sacrifice

cycles

rose-coloured glasses

intimacy

denial

anger [tbc.]

bargaining [tbc.]

depression [tbc.]