On the Raw-Stella D’Vine

On the raw.

That is where my emotions lie.

They have been gradually sprinkled with salt.

            “AHHHH!”

Emotions scream in pain and anguish.

Like holy water sprayed upon the dammed.

I am on the raw.

I try to shield them from his departure.

            “Please. Don’t go.”

A trail of poisonous salt is left in his wake.

And I, like the masochist that I am, follow the trail.

Knowing death is walking with me.

Hating and loving the sores in my heart.

Worms creeping through, their welcome most rewarded.

The hypocrisy of it all is, I saw it coming.

Now I follow my trail of painful addiction.