Break dawn, break light.

He'll die      
again and again      
    
Playing out; set on repeat.
Mist settles above the stillness
and lisps the water's edge.
Its harmony gracing
the ever dull,
moon lit sands.    
 
I thought I'd escape      
just for a little while.      
Drink      
and sing      
to drown him out.      
 
Not here,  
no.  
Here, it is worse.  
The screams are louder.    
    
I remember her jagged edge,
rigid
and cruel.
Twisting into her  
forced attempt to comfort
Hardly eager,
to pierce shredded skin again.  
    
Her,  
were she to kiss me again,
to have another taste
without doubt, she'd bleed me dry.
 
Here, lisps cusp.
Sent, hovering  
a mirage;
no longer still,
lightly placed to the sand.
 
Break dawn,  
I too, fade.