second blade

blood rushing from heart
sinking fast
memories pour in
a familiar place…
in my heart, I know this…
a voice, behind the wall
muffled, but I understand
all too clearly
what’s being told to me
although I still am spoken to
like a child
who understands nothing
who cannot see
this time
I step first
and it will be the last
the blade still twists in the flesh
where you left it
no second chances
at a piece of my soul again