Pain
by Ramy

Staggered knives around
my core, held at bay.
A prey surrounded by
la meute. Attack!
I feel pain.

Please, stop pointing a gun at me!
Did Mama not tell you it’s rude?
to point. Sharp edges cut,
scarlet wine pouring,
filling your cup,
emptying my soul.

Staggered knives around
my heart, you pierced through,
cold bloody murder.
Only you hold the bandage,
rip it off so that no longer,
I feel pain.