Blood-Flecked Tears

Blood Flecked Tears.jpg _{Photo by Roi Dimor on Unsplash}

My tears are a torrent
when I remember how you were attacked.
Family is meant to be a community of love,
not a cabal of predatory sociopaths.

Tears flow, raining down like splinters,
sheared flecks of steel from a knife -
a bridge between the blood
of past regrets and the daily grind.

But tears are ten-a-penny.

The judge gave his sentence,
as the rain ripped down -
a tidal flow of pain, hopeless grief,
no rest or relief from the pressure
to perform abruptly upon command,
as the courts gave custody to that man.

He looked down at you and smiled,
the memory floods me with angry bile,
gooseflesh shivers, emotion scours thought.
The rain pours down and I flake
at the reality of those lessons:
penalties of hate, and expectations
that she had no name for yet.

Those tears will turn to flecks
of blood-spray in his eyes,
and his carnival of lies
will close with a faltering heart,
as death steals the veneer of control -
karma mirrors his acts back upon his soul.

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