I am using the daily prompts provided on Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides blog on writersdigest.com
I COULD HAVE DISSOCIATED THE PRONOUNS
In thumb and first finger, tying,
I twist the skin in a pretend knot
today, like yesterday, trying
not to bruise the muscle
for the minimal pain.
An exchange of aching
which leaves me spotless
The external heat perceived
in the beat of the internal flood;
tear stains rinse away far cleaner
than blood, trading hurt for hurt
the heart pumps hopefulness
and self-stealing relief.
There is more to come of this darkness
for both victim and thief,
if I can cling to the dread of the fugitive,
if these secret beatings can stay.
I have so much misery yet to give
if only I am not found out today.