Jagged Edge Sword Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

Yr love is a jagged edge sword
That I continue to swallow
It slowly cuts my lips and throat
And draws blood that flows white
As it gives me an existence to ponder
It becomes a person that reduces me to nothing
On a bed of broken glass
The shads penetrates me into a void
As you grab my hard and pull me out
I let go
I continue to fall; landing on another bed
But this one is made of swords
Stabbing on the red floor, dying
Waiting for someone to rescue me