Slivers of Scarlet

They say it gets Easier with time,
Scabbing over, White severing pain
from feeling

I spend all day swallowing a peach pit,
holding it in my throat

Trying to hard not to drop it down,
and forget

Where's the Blame,
the Guilt's to follow

The Cancerous Lecher of something unsaid,
festering.

In each Day, I am without Feeling.
I am Full of Feeling.

I wish I was Clearer.
He is reaching Out to me.

So how can i see "easier with time"
The scab
pulled
Bleeds

I am Numb to the
Slivers
of
Scarlet.