parched

like dried blood
caked in the corners
my trust has retreated
emotionally assassinated
by the shadows of your soul.
drops of what was once wet
now stains our frayed fabric
into patterns of neglect
into a masterpiece of failure.
and I am feigning
starved and seething for
life in this death
love in this hate
tenderness on your breath
give me more…
sell me less
salty lies
caked in the corners
of your truth.