Caught in a Briar Brush

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

come here
my love
let me tell you

there is a wall
of thorns
this fragile beast
that thumps
in my chest
it roars
spitting blood 
splattering over my organs
a mess of bile
green and red

years of raw emotion
driven mad with lust
and the broken promises
I have made 

if you look closely
you can see
their bones
they have rotted away
rather quickly 
over time

yet now
he sits
tired of bearing teeth
a pup caught in a briar brush
sad eyes 
watching you
as you carefully mop up 
the grime 
cutting through 
the dead vines
inching closer
to him

sitting still
at last