Scars Whispering Secret Tongues

Jagged new moon of remorse Roils riled mindflesh Glares down from a private sky Raining baleful ore Lodestones for obsession, ingested Burnished by the working Of memory’s maudlin hands Burning bolus of guilt Scallops tender heartflesh Leaves scars whispering secret tongues Compressed for years Deep within my pit of a chest Oh, prideful silence Suffocate this unseen ache Cruel ruby of sorrow Time-ripened survivor Bound up in my gut No crimson wisdoms rise From your mirrored depths Just bloodied refractions Of what I have done