wounds

break the skin open
cut out all the stitches
bleed it out
along the scars
i forgot were even there.
do it like a blindside
take me by surprise
don't make a sound
just tear it out
don't put it back with care.
rip me a new one
and another for good measure.
it's all the same,
build pain on pain
a blood-red, fleshy treasure.
make bold incisions
let it all pour out,
the old the new
the shallow and deep
and all by your decision.

D.B.
11/11/2012, 4/4/2013

a heart so cruel

quietly i sit in wait
a predator with perfect bate:
your own deception
your own lies
you think you've won
you think you're wise.

but

the upper hand belongs to me
i know better than to be deceived
i might be slow
but i'm no fool
to the tricks
of a heart so cruel.

-D.B.
 4/1/2013