He cuts through meSlashes like a machete on my bare skin Limb from limb, I am torn apart.
Seeking recognition Which I do not find He blames, criticizes, condemns.
Suffocating, drowning, burning Blistered and scorched my heart. Cold, empty palpitations.
Lifeless, numb, obsolete Is the past. Disjointed as detached Siamese twins.
Lacerated, severed, torn Cut from my existence. Slashed is his soul.
We are departed.