Azure Irises
I stabbed the azure irises so
I could no longer see my
demon past peering around
corners as I try to live in
this present reality
The blood streams down my face,
dripping from my chin
like tears I cried for years,
nobody noticed them or the
muffled screams from my room.
I was broken like the face of a
cracked porcelain doll and scarce had
made weak armor against the world
when you took a sword and cut me
clean through.
Morning when quiet woke me,
I thought of dreams my past-self
had dreamed like a mirror,
showing reflections I still want
to see with my blindness.
There was kindness in your harm,
my weakness is still there,
alive under the soft soil where
I have planted seeds of new hope.
Get, get out of my garden,
see what I have done?
I’ll nourish them with
blood from my own eyes,
not the memories of how
I allowed you to
dispirit me.
