Ribbons

I am torn and shredded like red Christmas ribbons streaming down my arm marking my skin.  I am torn and shredded, with thick red welts on my chest at three in the morning, we’re destroying each other.  The girl doesn’t know, she knows less than she realizes. That’s the extent of the truth, no need for filters.  No more painful lessons. I am too torn and shredded for that, and whatever bandages are needed I will tend to them.