Bloody Imprints 

The imprint you left on my cheek, 

bleeds 

open-wounded by your sharp tongue,

your harsh words that left me tongue-tied

When I spoke though, I spat true words,

the only words that I could conjure but 

you shot them down:

“damn lies,” you called them 

These moist walls keep renewing 

your ghost-like presence with

the bitter saliva of it slowly melting my 

taste buds into infinity holes 

Is that what you wanted, 

to leave me like a broken-winged bird?

you were always so selfish and now,

you’ve rid me from tasting any other love but

Yours.

- Christian Benavides