BLOODLETTERS

With all strength
And hope
The smile is reversed,
Muscles flexing
But only inwardly abiding
The dictates of the narcissist

These little letter scraps
Can’t bind you to me
When the decision’s been made
For my release
From your tight grip

I think back on days and years past
And vow
A silent pact
With only a diagram
Of your movements.


-jim hill (4-11-02)