Hurt

You drew a map to my heart,
using my veins as climbing ropes.
There's blood on the floor
staining the carpet, fading into violet.
Bruised, shamed and waiting for the
darkness to conceal your guilt.

But your shadow never leaves my room.
It shape-shifts- attentive to my bodies
shapely form, my sleepy catatonic movements.
Like my own shadow should be...
its cowering in the corner, abandoning me.

There's no sound, only the creaking of
bones and the hum-drum of traffic behind
the window; as if the world has something to say.
Nothing's out of the ordinary-
my broken mouth, the blood stained words
hurdling through the dreamy air.

I'm lonely, scared and fed up.
I peel away the layers,
climb out from under the sheets.
I look back, once, the sunlight is streaming
in through the blinds and
I can finally see the real me.