Bleed
Bartering for my silence
Lies seep
from your fountain
drowning freedom.
Your sin sheds
new skin while
my hands reach
for unkept promises.
My pain feeds
your derision.
Your animosity
welcomes my tears.
Now you plead,
bartering for my silence
but slashed walls
bleed secrets.
Bleed © 2025 Rena Aliston. All rights reserved.
This poem was written for an Instagram prompt - “slashed walls bleed secrets”.