Stumbling Toward Catharsis

This is the time before all turns screaming, blinding, white
I am too tired to judge you
A wolf met with an open door
This isn't what we wanted
But this is where we areEnervated and vicious
Inflamed and condemned
Scratching at sores
Filling with sicknessI saw
my years
without you
as ruined
hollow
shellsNow they are treasures
Languishing in tepid pools
Of stolen time
Shimmering and deadly
Your posturing looks like kneeling
What's the point of civility?It's not in my muscle memory
Like flinching or retreating
We let things crawl between us
And feed on our hidden wounds
While I festered
While I sat and wept
You were sleepingNot everyone reacts
You didn't feel it
Turning away
I suffered
You didn't stir
Bleeding out silently
Bracing for the final dropThere is only so much I can take
There is only so much left to say
Maybe nothing is a waste
Or it all is