Cut

Such grief bottled up inside,
like molten rick beneath an untelling surface.
Around it goes, a never ending chain-
until from time to time-
crimson explosion-
such grief, such pain- and mercifull release!
But once erupted, it builds again,
always, again, this never endong chain.
so controlled yet unpredictable
so hidden, yet so intreegingly fresh.
And on the surface it leaves a mark,
a story,
a reminder,
a deep deep scar.