by: Sarah
Hands those that bleed:
The betrayal, from one’s
Mouth.
Can’t compare to the hands that bleed.
The hands once belonging to me.
Suddenly held another from what I could see.
This time marks; unseen.
A wound so deep the blood within begins
To seep.
The bloody hands that once held me so tenderly, soon become a bitter memory.
A betrayal so deep.
Driving me further from sanity.