Do No Harm

Do No Harm
Under the guise of a fallow,
seeding all the while, the silent
germination thrives on all the filth
you sow. So subcutaneous, like a
shadow cast in shade. The only
way to see it clearly is to cause
the one to fade. Cast aside, he stands reluctant, spoiled food regretting the swallow. Knees cracked,
shattered elbows, lips and limbs left loveless and cold.
One more lost moment begets
echoes of pain. No limbs left to cross,

no comforting warmth, merely a
nest of hair frozen in knives of ice.
Like a broken hand, it hurts to hold on.
This was no accident. The
nakedness can often obscure
the truth and this was brimming
intent. It's bloodlust but its lust at
least, undeniable and warm and
I take it like a champion, a bravery born too late.