Blood Witch. Poem by Matthew Jackson

My slate of dreams.
The question of adolescence.
What do you want when you grow up?
What do you desire?

My answer was always the same.
Safe...
I want a place to bow my head in silence without the screams of my siblings.

I can't go back to that house.
I wont call it a home, I spent more time running from it.
Although I find myself confused.

Why do I love the person who cause me so much pain.
The source of my Demons

I found myself at the other end of the knife.
Yet..
I resisted the final blow.