The Red tunnel

But break my heart a thousand times overÂ
Cut me with green glass and the labels soak off in the boiled blood
black blood when you look at it
Thorns suck in The swifts throats and
ScratchesÂ
The fox screams from the valley she slips down between the dark and the water and the waterÂ
Searching for lightÂ
Rotting yellow street lamp stains the nightÂ
Stains the tracks run over her muzzle
The clock sticks in the swampÂ
The breeze stuck between the hillsÂ
Stick stuckÂ
Back together with glueÂ
And youÂ
The moon leaps from the sky on a rope
And you
Broken jaw swinging, minute streams of purple trickle through your grey hanging skin
Matching the stone walls in your head
Black brown eyes that I hate when they search my face for some crack, some shadow
The shutters flash and night closes in
Baring her pointed teeth snarling and spittingÂ
Her shoulders heave, water over black rocks and water rises under the cold tunnel
You spit yellow acid venom back, I'm am your catchÂ
Only yours
Each red brick spatteredÂ
The fox listens with her front paw raisedÂ
An echo in the tunnel
Owls watch silently, the heaving mass of flesh on concreteÂ
Fox follows her tracks back into the soft hillsÂ
And I follow you homeÂ
BleedingÂ
And bleedingÂ

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Hello, Georgia.
I wonder why we always tend to cling to relationships and people we know damn well are bad for us.
They give us no comfort, they show us no compassionâmuch less anyone elseâand they consistently hurt us.
They certainly don't return our loveâquite the opposite.
So, why is it we try so desperately to hang onto them?
Is it the fear of being alone?
Is it love, or merely lust?
It's a phenomena that has always intrigued me.
Excellent poetry...
~Dean Kuch â«â„ ⟠â„âȘ