For My Brother: by Savyonne Steindler  Delilah bears her shears once more No longer satiated She sees you She wounds you, but She does not kill you Only a scar for every desire You knew better than to keep You step towards the blade again It reflects the situation Nodding acknowledgments Of regret You welcome it Embrace it with warm flesh Bathing the familiar In crimson agony

Published on page 59 of the Fall 2011 issue of Leviathan.

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