The Dagger of Salt


The pain,
my flesh,
ripped open.

The salt,
the wound,
it stings.

The blood,
the sweat,
the tears I shed.

The pain,
the love,
the fear I felt.

Will you die?
Will you do something permanent
for something temporary?

Or will you live?
Live scared?
Live scarred?

Or will you lash out.
At me.
With a dagger of salt.

I was a friend.
A close friend.
A best friend.

When darkness came, I was there.
When the light shone, I was there.
When heaven and hell collided, I was there.

I was your friend.
Your close friend.
Your only friend.

I took your beatings.
I took those meant for you.
I took those from you.

And you hurt me.
You shredded my heart
with a dagger of salt.

You hurt me.
You left me.
You turned your back. Again.

But this time, I turned too.
This time, when you used me, I stood up.
You tried, you lied, you failed.

You pretended to explain.
You pretended to plead.
Just like you pretended so much.

I didn't buy it.
Every thing else you've ever sold, I bought.
But not this.

I shocked you.
You hurt me.
You thanked me for making you feel like shit.

Truth hurts.
Knives hurt.
Salt daggers hurt worse.

You hurt.

Damn you.