Tell Me When I've Had Enough
by P.L. Salerno
Blood drips to pavement,
Leaking from a thousand wounds
That you inflicted.
Bruises erupting
From beneath my skin’s surface.
Gruesome masterpiece.
Red becomes the paint.
My body is the canvas
That you created.
From top to bottom,
I am completely covered
In your harsh tattoos.
Your face, a cruel
Distortion of what I see
In crystal mirrors.
You claim to be me,
To know me so well, so just
Desecrate my soul,
Since it is yours, too; simply
Tell me when I’ve had enough.
Leaking from a thousand wounds
That you inflicted.
Bruises erupting
From beneath my skin’s surface.
Gruesome masterpiece.
Red becomes the paint.
My body is the canvas
That you created.
From top to bottom,
I am completely covered
In your harsh tattoos.
Your face, a cruel
Distortion of what I see
In crystal mirrors.
You claim to be me,
To know me so well, so just
Desecrate my soul,
Since it is yours, too; simply
Tell me when I’ve had enough.
P.L. Salerno lives in New Jersey and writes fiction and poetry. P.L.'s short stories have previously appeared in The Future Fire and Literally Stories.