I love you
  murmurs exit stage left
      eradicated by pseudo expressions
   curled violent fingers
      with pointed nails
   sharped on a grey tombstone
      of tormentors past

  Silver thread and a needle crafted
        from the calamus of a horned owl
      feather, dipped in stainless steel.

(Sparkly optics ready to seal the mouth of a lover who haunted, lied, and manipulated.)

My needle pierces on the underside
    of the top left oral commissures
  and punctures the lower left
      on a slight angle

  Each stiched crossed slowly
millimeter by millimeter
  through the upper and lower
      vermilion to the right
   oral commissures

   PERFECT XXX

Full lips finally silenced
    once words dominated with torment
  now even the love caused fear
    is quietted

  Moments of truth
      coated with candy lies
   frighten of human affection
      lays completely bare
   fire exit could not come fast enough
      flames that could burn infinitely
    never parish

      Zephyr ribbons
circle the embers try to extinguish
     the poignant scar etched
        in the Earth

  And a glass of water
    for a parched throat
        unable to drink enough
   to avoid the pearls of sweat
     on the brow
   of the one who always
      fights and absorbs
           resilience incarnate