The day I diagnosed your treachery,
excised deception from my fragile life,
I cauterised my heart, scrubbed clean of strife.
How to assess what you have done to me?
the lies you told, emotions cold,
anesthetized my longing to be free.
I close the wound incised with your dull knife,
Debride my feelings of your treachery.
Written for today’s Poetics at dVerse Poets’ Pub in which we are asked by the incomparable Karin Gustafson to choose active verbs from one profession and apply them to a completely different scenario. I’ve chosen to use Luke Prater’s Octain form. Check out his site to learn more about it.
And…I suspect I’m not the only one out there who’s dated a sociopath?