Back To The Days When You Killed Poem by Kristen Brewster

These hands of bleedings
have created the locks on doors
and their keys.
Back to the days of their glories
to the days when you killed
and never had to wonder how.

Back to the days
when you howled at the moon
grabbed energy from its love
trying to reach something
un-attainable.

The pure force of hand on hand combat
flesh on flesh
never actually making contact
with the opponent
and yet still silencing him.

That girl you had loved
you fell under her trick
and became separated forever
from truth that had been turned wrong from the start.

Two choices now...
live in the dreams that haunt you
or turn and haunt them back.
Risk the ocean drowning in itself
Risk asking yourself
Can you live with it?