Weary limbs make slow advances away from a distant figure heading down the opposite path
bruised fist, clenched holding gathered pieces of agonized affections
abruptly annihilated when they hit the ground
we stood frozen in disbelief analyzing abrasions
and broken bones resulting from abiding altercations
our fingerprints apprising abuse all over the other’s skin
drowning knee deep in acuminous asperses that you left at my feet
abruptly cutting me down
your audacious affirmations of flaws hidden beneath my rib cage
advisedly asphyxiated my fragile strength
with the last of my breath I airily apologize to my apathetic abuser.
there was art today… #art (Taken with instagram)