Katrina Kaye

I thought I was ready for
the collision of tooth to chest,
so I waited for bullet to light up sky,
patient for barrage to shatter my
faith in you.

I apologize for letting you gut
me in the fashion of an animal.

I am left with a scar dug into flesh.
A badge flashing from right shoulder,
which you ignore every time you
brush past.

“Badge” is previously published in September (2014).