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 are

Enervated and vicious
Inflamed and condemned
Scratching at sores
Filling with sickness

I saw
My years
Without you
As ruined
Hollow
Shells

Now 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 sleeping